The Kiss
You gave me a sleepless night
or two, remembering how I tensed
beneath your deep kiss, your
hands, caressing the satin arms
of my blouse; your hands, gentle
in my hair so that I became a cloud,
vapor you oxidized. That's all
there ever was, yet in my dreams
of ecstacy, all men become you--
such was the power of that kiss.
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