So strange, this anticipating from weekend to nonconsecutive
With the other, there would sometimes be a year or more
between the times we could be together. In that time I held my anticipation for
the phone conversations, emails, dreams. I was content to bide.
This one has a harder urgency in it. Perhaps because this
one is so relatively close. Or perhaps it is that lingering
not-quite-requitedness. We've explored only in snacky gulps of weekends. We’ve
had little gobbles of sugar, bursts of sweetness. Fullness comes and dissipates
I hunger for a longer, slower, more languorous meal.
There is the hard, pressing, hungry kiss and it is filled
with urgency, demand, desire.
There is the tentative, questing, wondering kiss, nearly
chaste in its attempt to explore possibilities without putting off the
There is the erotic, slow, gentle, thoughtful, thorough,
loving kiss, the one filled with promises, the one overflowing with emotion.
There are the kisses like bites, nibbles of need, frequent
There are kisses that are ghosts, never touching, simply a
breath, a suggestion, a nearness, a warmth.
But there is never the brief, mindless, hurried,
don't-bother-me kiss, quickly pecked out, obligatory and forgettable.