By Julianne S.
Date: 3 February 2000

six kisses

a pesky body of water
keeps me from your body of worship
snow drips down my face
bitter and salty, like drops of the ocean
over the highway, it falls
drifting unlistlessly between me
and the scenery of a century ago
where i sometimes imagine myself fitting in
but the snow hits my hair as if i was the ground
with a little thud - 
and i can't help but let it reach its destination
tracing a little path over the side of my cheek
red from cold and winter
past my lips for once soft and not chapped
onto the hollow of my neck
down along the path of my throat
reaching from across the river to touch me
you bestow upon me six kisses
to be taken in four hour doses
just enough to keep me.

i close the window.
your hands are in the breeze.
your eyes are in the clouds.
i need another kiss.