last night
i heard your kiss calling me.
in the night it sang,
flutes forlorn in fog, i think,
in mist it sang of
how your heart has missed me.
i think
i’m the only one who knows
the name of your true kiss.
it’s on my salty lips and in my utterance
it takes wing in song and then flies past me.
i breathed
out of my heart, into my throat,
your kiss’s secret song.
on my tongue it sat and pushed
with pepper palms, it tapped
its fudgy fingers on my teeth
in code to thus release me.
your kiss
it scratched my lips until they bled
in love, stained permanent in song
and joyous sound of your kiss’s name,
Joan of Arc of Hearts,
in the precious fading night and morning mist.
in dreams
you’d struggled soundlessly
to speak, to sing, and waking here
you gift wrapped me in wandering hands
and kisses, beautifully, tongue tied
and heaving against traces, time and reins
to lay against me.
last night
this morning
and always I can hear
the sound of the name of your kiss
Charissa's Grace Notes 
“i breathed
out of my heart, into my throat,
your kiss’s secret song.
on my tongue it sat and pushed
with pepper palms, it tapped
its fudgy fingers on my teeth in code
to thus release me.”
Lovely.
As only You could write it.
ph, dani, thank you so much. From you, it means a lot, on all levels.
PS: J was funny last nite…she kissed me and then asked me to tell me it’s name! Giggles…tickled my funny-bone for sure and I could NOT stop laffing…it so wonderfully deflated all the high and holy overtones of the poem, its deep currents, and made it into a laffing brook!
Gawd how I love her!!
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