When I kiss him
It will be gentle
There will be no signs of forced entry
The doors will be unlocked
I will come quietly
Carefully
When I kiss him
I will move slowly
My lips will occupy new space with admission
He will keep the windows open
And a warm taste will wash over us; feeling vaguely familar
As if our tongues remember the way our minds do
When I kiss him
My hands will reach for his cheeks
Anticipating small patches of stubble that he was comfortable enough to keep
The lights will be off
The morning will be soon
We will have had little sleep
And only small traces of my touch will be leftover in his delayed breathing