Maybe We’ll Kiss

Maybe we’ll kiss again
when the waves come back in
and the eyes and hands
that naturally stray
decide to stay.
Decide upon
some summer evening,
I guess this is okay.
I guess this is exceptional.
Exceptionally unnoticed
of the times that are exceptional,
breaths of angels
and silken skin
betwixt anger and frustration.
Exceptionally unnoticed,
fallen breaths in Southern humidity,
hidden things on Southern winds
and Southern birds.
Hidden breaths.
Hidden portals.
Hidden lands.
Doors to lots of other places
other than Angel Land.

Exceptionally unnoticed
those Earthlings walking
to and fro and talking to
the souls and the band of souls.
Hold onto or let go of the one
hand in the cosmos
whom you know as spirit and
mortal.
Dimensions crossed, dimensions
crossed once and singularly
in this sacred configuration.
Though eyes and hands,
they naturally stray.
Love is cheap to dying ones.
But shouldn’t it be the opposite?
Maybe we’ll kiss again,
I shrug and turn to vapor.