'Every kiss remembered'

'Every kiss remembered' timothy r gates, 5/19/2012



Every kiss,

even the forced one

(was thirteen!)

she thought my giving in was a sign

of my pleasure,

remember them well.

"Kiss the Sun!"

eucharists laid within

I thank you

resurrector of my soul,

not unlike that sweet

first one

(me - first grade; her - second).

Your intention

or mine

consummation's anticipation

unclimbed forest

I thank you

the stroll continues

Our lips knowing only this moisture

satiating what otherwise would be insatiable.

Like a tattoo covered,

not blurred by

"Those eyes that see, beholding."