Ode to a Kiss
We fell into it slowly, coursed through in waves that crashed back and forth.
The world closed around
us, on the cusp
of something great, something bigger than
ourselves, vast
and unknown, we were
r i d i n g o n t h e r u s h
as we tumbled
headlessly
and
recklessly.
A breath. We dove in
for another go,
plunging deep, head-first.
The pressure, of handonhipteethtolip
weighed down on us
as we lost ourselves in the unseen beauty
of worlds below.
We come back up to check our pulse, our hearts racing
in percussive beats, pulsing like a blip on the radar.
I wanted to stay like this all night, wanted to dance
a slow waltz with you
on the sand, hear
our hushed declarations as they whispered
from our lips onto the wind,
seeking out the current.
A tidal wave of emotion reached its peak
with the clasp of a hand, a gentle touch
seeping with regret at every pore.
It’s a shame, really,
we think out loud as we
wonder why in the world
we never thought to go this far out,
discover what truly lay
beyond the border,
to cross/the boundaries between us.
We ventured back into tepid waters, avoided the dark abyss
we knew would eventually grab hold,
pulling
us
under.
You said:
I wish I could give you more, and I struggled
to find a foothold in those words, to find
the meaning behind its sadness.
How could we have known that it would not be oceans
that kept us apart, but 3000 miles of land stretched out between us?
The world closed around
us, on the cusp
of something great, something bigger than
ourselves, vast
and unknown, we were
r i d i n g o n t h e r u s h
as we tumbled
headlessly
and
recklessly.
A breath. We dove in
for another go,
plunging deep, head-first.
The pressure, of handonhipteethtolip
weighed down on us
as we lost ourselves in the unseen beauty
of worlds below.
We come back up to check our pulse, our hearts racing
in percussive beats, pulsing like a blip on the radar.
I wanted to stay like this all night, wanted to dance
a slow waltz with you
on the sand, hear
our hushed declarations as they whispered
from our lips onto the wind,
seeking out the current.
A tidal wave of emotion reached its peak
with the clasp of a hand, a gentle touch
seeping with regret at every pore.
It’s a shame, really,
we think out loud as we
wonder why in the world
we never thought to go this far out,
discover what truly lay
beyond the border,
to cross/the boundaries between us.
We ventured back into tepid waters, avoided the dark abyss
we knew would eventually grab hold,
pulling
us
under.
You said:
I wish I could give you more, and I struggled
to find a foothold in those words, to find
the meaning behind its sadness.
How could we have known that it would not be oceans
that kept us apart, but 3000 miles of land stretched out between us?