Kissing Forever

KISSING FOREVER

She was perfectly familiar
and a perfect stranger.

They were comfortably, wonderfully, blissfully
entangled
kissing
long, slow kisses
gentle as their breathing.

He was those lips
the moisture of those delicious
kisses.

In the morning when he awoke
sparkling
they gave him to wear
a new robe.

He put it on
carefully
conscious of holding the dream
of kissing her
foremost in his mind.

They were surprised
at his assurance
his tranquility
his composure
how he held himself
in perpetual
embrace.

They led him outside.

They showed him where to stand.

They continued to marvel.

Time stood suspended
as he continued
to live
in that blending
the long soft kiss
of their kissing.

Then the shots rang out
the thumping aeration transporting him
the moisture of his heart taking him away
as he kissed her
forever.

 

An author and historian, Patrick Wolfe lives in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.

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