When You Kiss Me

When you kiss me,
yes, it’s luscious, succulent, sensual,
calming, inspiring, breathtaking.
But what I haven’t said
is that when you kiss me
I can see that kiss on my or your
deathbed,
if we get that chance.
It seems to fit there.
And I’ve never felt or seen
anyone’s kiss in that manner.
So I’m not sure exactly what to call it
when I feel that when we kiss.
I guess that’s what I’ll call this poem.
I’ve never known love where
I could or wanted to see
myself or the other person
in elderly life or terminally ill,
but for some reason I have with you.
I don’t know why, I just have.
I mean, I know why I never experienced
this before.
It is, or was, called fear of love.
But I don’t know why now,
I’m experiencing it with you.
Maybe you know?

Someone Who Loves You #1

Someone who loves you
will wake up in the middle of
the night when you wake up
not breathing well,
with a dry mouth,
feeling anxious,
your heart pounding tepidly
in the stillness of the desert night,
and they will ask you in a gentle whisper,
“Baby, are you ok?”

And yeah,
that is pretty straight up what love is

in its myriad ways.