How many years I must have yearned for someone’s lips against mind

a kiss

All the way to something like home

The Kiss

(excerpt)

She pressed her lips to mind.
      —a typo

How many years I must have yearned
for someone’s lips against mind
.
Pheromones, newly born, were floating
between us. There was hardly any air.

She kissed me again, reaching that place
that sends messages to toes and fingertips,
then all the way to something like home…

by Stephen Dunn (born 1939)
from his poem “The Kiss”
available in Everything Else in the World: Poems (2006)
image – DownTown Pictures

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