vers libre

Skydeck Kiss, Richmond 1984 

Surely,
that day, high above the city,
when you bent your face to mine
and so slowly kissed me,
and the only movement was the beating of our hearts,
and the only sensation was the warm
sweet wetness of your lips on mine,
surely
that day the world stood still.
Far below us
petals set dancing by the wind
hung motionless in the crystal air;
cars became still,
the river lay twisted, a noiseless ribbon of light;
a woman in a coffeehouse
sat still as a painting,
her hand outstretched in gesture,
spirals of smoke from her cigarette
blue circles in the silence;
clocks halted, time stopped, seconds
waited
waited
to tick by, like the drawn breath of Earth
the moment before Eden’s first sunrise;
the voices of the spheres held one pure
perfect note amid the motionless stars.
With the touch of your lips
I comprehended all the piercing joy from Alpha to Omega;
and when the kiss was ended,
Nature’s pulse throbbed with a deeper richness
and the colors of her palette shone brilliant
in the world’s new vision.

1999

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