The most incredible thing
is that there are others like us.
Others, who see the kiss
the way the artist does,
gradually turning deep red,
strokes of a brush painting a rose.
who say seduction is like
the tide, the water’s delicate
and rhythmic triumph
over immovable rocks.
who define climax by how far
the palm frond arcs towards
the sky, seduced by the soft
spoken cadence of wind.
who sense the lover’s touch
gilded and warm as sunlight,
gentle as a sparrow landing
on a blade of grass.
There are others like us.
Sometimes, when I see a fire
in the distance, their faces rise
slow and elegant, like jasmine
incense from the pyre.
DQ 2/27/09
