When Two Kisses Meet


When two kisses meet, as ours did,
they sometimes say good-bye
or question over and over
the whole of a face with half a sigh.

When eyelids congregate with lips
as our faces fluttered,
they sometimes close to sleep
or weep or watch the smooth skin stutter.

When embrace is all the body braced,
almost awkward, almost liquid,
the face becomes an open spout
and then the drink you use to lick with.

But in the gentle morning kisses meeting melt
and eyes stand still like somethingšs spilling or it spilt.


Donald Zirilli
1998