he kisses with his eyes closed,
lids lowered so the lashes brush
the top of his cheek
he is hiding something,
keeping me from some secret part of himself
that I canít discover with my lips
or the length of his body against mine.
I have no words for him, no way to describe
his breathing and his arms around me like the comforter,
the way the air becomes champagne every time
and the milkshake-sweet smile he shines on me,
a grin so pure I want
to possess it with my lips
and take it home with me.
I have nothing but the familiar weakness in my thighs
and the slightest tremble
in his fingertips.
21 December 2002