A TRUE LOVE STORY NEVER ENDS
THE KISS – Poet Stephen Dunn
She pressed her lips to mind. —a typo
How many years I must have yearned for someone’s lips against mind. Pheromones, newly born, were floating between us. There was hardly any air.
She kissed me again, reaching that place that sends messages to toes and fingertips, then all the way to something like home. Some music was playing on its own.
Nothing like a woman who knows to kiss the right thing at the right time, then kisses the things she’s missed. How had I ever settled for less? I was thinking this is intelligence, this is the wisest tongue since the Oracle got into a Greek’s ear, speaking sense. It’s the Good, defining itself. I was out of my mind. She was in. We married as soon as we could.
TRUST. FAITH. INTIMACY
IN SICKNESS & IN HEALTH
FOREVER AND EVER