The first kiss begins.
My hand on her cheek – barely touching – her head backwards tilts
My hand can move gently through her hair now
Like a soft breeze sweeps the wild hillside grass.
Her face so beautiful like the last glimpse of sunset
Across the summer water.
Her mouth like the soft darkness of dusk
And my mouth the stars, slowly, touching
More, then one more then another and then all.
We’re as close as humid day,
My breathing on her neck and my hand on her face
And for that brief moment, time takes forever,
The world is only as big as us,
My passion flows as the monsoon rains.
The first kiss had begun, well before it began.
Photo by Maggie West
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