The kiss of your breath.
Rain taps on the skylight glass.
I am brim-full of your body’s message.

I hold the nextness of myself against you
so my touch is not a touch but my chest hairs’ kiss
my limbs’ almost caress
a glance of flesh
the air between us charged
vibrates in the morning’s stillness
this grey morning
dark-full with thunderous air.

The sound of a passing plane.
The scatch of a cat’s claw on the kitchen door.

The slight slight press and rebound of these keys
I touch to write something dear
to bring you close as I was close
as you slept as I lay awake
becoming rich becoming full
intently listening to your body’s message:
‘I am asleep’.

Now the deliberate rain falls on your garden.
Now I sit two floors below your sleeping.
Now I write as carefully as ******* can.

‘Here is my first kiss
a kiss of breath
against your still
still-entrancing face.
Here is my second kiss
my breath’s kiss
as down down
through the grey sky
the rain falls.’