*That kind of kiss is an intersection
Like a small stream
Where two oceans meet
How they’ve tossed and turned
Precariously
And endlessly
End over end
Until afterwards
Experienced vicariously
Like the saltwater winds
Which whip and whirl
And swirl the sand
So I am turned at the intersection
At the memory which ends
Where the ocean began*
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC
*That kind of kiss is an intersection
Like a small stream
Where two oceans meet
How they’ve tossed and turned
Precariously
And endlessly
End over end
Until afterwards
Experienced vicariously
Like the saltwater winds
Which whip and whirl
And swirl the sand
So I am turned at the intersection
At the memory which ends
Where the ocean began*
