mind kiss

A hall

made for beer

and wine

I feel like a lie,

and step out

into open air

take a sip.

“Hi.”

Meet an eye.

“What?”

I trip in.

A word

or two

or five

an hour

or ten

one more

one more.

What?

Five.

AM??

Can it be?

Let slip

my cards

my mask

my fizz

Let hip go

huh?…?

With the tip

of a hat,

a hand —

“Your hand,

I say,

“rest it here,

here,

on the soft bone

of my chin.”

Trip.

Kick.

Fall.

What

Are

Feet?

I did not mean

to come

here.

Days like a year.

What is time.

Then,

“Lean in”

They say,

a grin,

“This time,

as you fall,

fall and find

my hand,

my ear,

my care,

and then,

only then,

you may

find my lip.

I’ll hold your fear,

hold it dear,

my dear,

now and all the way

to el fin—

ya know?

The end.”

A simp,

I take

this in

like a sin,

like a kiss,

a kiss,

of a mind,

who am I

to get

a kiss

such as this.

Wow.

Ow, ow, ow.

Yell it

Loud!

A love

like a good

weap

a soft coat

to keep

the cold out

and the warm in.

we found it,

a fire,

trip slip kick,

take a blow

to the shin

as we fold in,

not fast

but fast

we fall in

out of the snow

oh oh oh

Here we go—

New.

Love.

Wow.

Yell it

loud!

Ow, ow, ow.

Ow, ow, ow.

Ow, ow, ow.

A win.