The Rhythm

"A poem about a kiss"

The breath leaves my body and light, as if a spear, pierces my soul

I’m unsure of where to put my hands, grasping for some kind of footfall

I don’t know what I’m doing, but I have the feeling I’m getting it right

It’s strange, isn’t it? You just fall into the rhythm. I didn’t know the song, or the melody beneath it, or how to utter the right words or hum the right notes

But of course, you fall into the groove of the music, your lips just two notes holding their breath

I’ve spent lifetimes of forevers stumbling over my feet, stepping on toes 

My arms, awkward sticks at my side, my tongue, a hermit inside the mouth

I can feel you knocking, but I’m unsure if I’m supposed to let people in

So I let you knock, wondering if the door will fall down

But once you’ve company, you can hardly get enough

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I can hardly restrain my heart reading this.
I am thinking of my first kisses...neither of us had any idea, we were in grade school, but we learned pretty fast.
thanks for the memory, Lillian.
j.

[Lillian Kirsch]

No problem! I loved writing this one!