it is a kiss I miss most
if I miss anything
that moment of utter innocence
when I pretended to be a teenager again
a kiss like a key to
open up
other possibilities my fingers
itching to go beyond
and yet letting that kiss linger
on the verge and
intense
a sense of something special
when something connected
if not the thunder and lightning
of getting to other places these bring
then that moment when
the storm is on the horizon
and we mingle for a
moment
safe from the seriousness of it
lost in the limbo of
our desire
I miss the kiss the
most
because it is that
moment
when I thought anything was possible
even -- dare I say it
love
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