kisses always disappoint me
and that's not to say I don't enjoy them
far from it
I still remember the stain of your lips on mine
in that cramped attic bedroom
all those stolen moments
but when I was younger
before you reached across space and time
and closed them both between our breaths
I imagined it would be
explosive
the joining of minds we always longed for
that as we parted
I would point at the stars
and see you smile
as I always hoped you would smile
without voice, without thought, without need
with only the wordless joy
I could never give you