My Kiss. in Poetry by Me

I know I cannot kiss you right now
Not a real kiss, in true time, breathless
Not in broad daylight or quiet nightlight
Pity

If I had the hand
I would paint you a kiss
With numbers, letters
Beaming stripes and lines

Or better to gouge one into the skies
Your own constellation
Carve one into the sides of mountains
I would if you asked me

So. I'll write you one with words

How best to make it?
First the fire words
Star bombs and blinding atmosphere
The deep shift of space over our glorious faces

A metaphor of summer rain and tides, the wind rising
Dark void of night sky over rooftops and concrete driveways
Headlights of a million cars flashing over interstates
A meteor shower, dazzling, too beautiful to look at

For what beauty do we create and never realize?
What love do we inspire and never return?
I write my love poems to the Universe
To quiet, unforgiving, buzzing-in-ears silence

I run picture marathons in my head
A double feature, back to back joy and peace
I not only can still see it
But I can also still feel it

And my kiss is written while waiting
For the sound of your smile
For the day when my eyes
Are as full as my heart

I send this to you
A message in a digital bottle
And this, my dear
This is my kiss