At Twilights Edge I think her kiss that arrives like a summer storm,
not imitating bloom or ritual,
but breaking open as storms do,
without asking the field for permission.
There is a mercy in such brevity
to burn and not apologize,
to offer the whole body this sweetness
and never look back.
The world keeps small altars for gentle things and It forgives what vanishes quickly.
Petals, sighs, the hush after touch
all are spared judgment because they do not last, they gentle kiss the air.
Ah, but how the air learns longing
from being kissed by what cannot remain.
How the sky keeps the memory
of what brushed it and fled.
We stand elsewhere.
We are given weight, warmth, reply.
Our mouths do not open into absence
but into another breath that answers.
Even loss comes held in hands.
Even departure leaves an echo in the blood.
Yes, there is sorrow everywhere,
but not ours alone.
We are permitted to touch what touches back,
to spend our fire inside a living horizon.
The wind knows this and passes on.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 3:37 AM UTC
At Twilights Edge I think her kiss that arrives like a summer storm,
not imitating bloom or ritual,
but breaking open as storms do,
without asking the field for permission.
There is a mercy in such brevity
to burn and not apologize,
to offer the whole body this sweetness
and never look back.
The world keeps small altars for gentle things and It forgives what vanishes quickly.
Petals, sighs, the hush after touch
all are spared judgment because they do not last, they gentle kiss the air.
Ah, but how the air learns longing
from being kissed by what cannot remain.
How the sky keeps the memory
of what brushed it and fled.
We stand elsewhere.
We are given weight, warmth, reply.
Our mouths do not open into absence
but into another breath that answers.
Even loss comes held in hands.
Even departure leaves an echo in the blood.
Yes, there is sorrow everywhere,
but not ours alone.
We are permitted to touch what touches back,
to spend our fire inside a living horizon.
The wind knows this and passes on.
12 January 2026
Twilights Edge
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
