barefoot by the window

My Dear, remove your wallet and change
press the hair out of your eyes
could you
stand in the light
don’t try to find
what rolled under the dresser
find me, here
bare footed and ticking even
unbothered and slender
a needle washed to the top of a haystack
put your fingers across my fingers
i like to think of sewing when you do this
and stand still while I remind you
of the first time we kissed.
Bend your face down to mine
turn to the window
you showed me the skyline
my lash passed a shiver
over your rushmored bones
don’t worry, the pain of waiting
will last just a moment
your skin is like canvas
something unused and
waiting for color
my small mouth flushes red
against the desert of your
hard temple
pressed, drawn, then deposed
the kiss slides from mine
to yours
the bridge of this breathing
the success of this meeting
here again
in our first kiss