S T A R T & F I N I S H

lovingly running
our admiring
fingers on skin

finishing
with faint whispers
modest

inquiry casts
an undressing bed
unfolding light

in give a dam
gift boxes collecting dust
beneath our lips

flowers breathe content
in commentary soil
tasting the passengers’

fragments…
traveling companions fair
a distant kiss

Reflection
My first kiss, my first real kiss felt like something out of a movie. Not even breath felt real. When I first watched this video long ago, I was sad, unsure how to bring myself to smile at the end. It’s taken awhile, but I’ve learned it comes naturally, like love, and without need to fragment, isolate, define genres, story lines, or expressions. Love really is kind, and not just in the movies.