The angel's kiss lingers
And then she is gone.
I wonder if she knew
that I knew that she was here.
It started not long after she
died.
I know that is her
I know that it was her
who was here just now.
who was her just now.
She visits me
in the thin times
Late night/ early morning
Usually always no she
comes to me
when the seasons change
But our kisses are more
than solstices and equinioxes
(to coin a phrase, buy a vowel)
Our kisses are lightning
Light that is waiting on the
thunderclap from far away,
lightning that has rushed too far ahead of the storm,
and lost the protection of well-muscled clouds.
I can feel that the other angels are jealous
they dance before my eyes
like the shimmer of heat
laughing, they cut me down to size
in their frail faithless minds.
My life is divided now between the kisses
and waiting for the kiss.
Her lips would be ruby-red if they could be seen
Parting with the moist anticipation
I can only remember in my dreams.
She has just left me
but I am waiting already
with hands and heart
a little unsteady
As the sounds
of a storm
echo from across the sea...
9.14.1998
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