ojala que…

i would kiss your heart,
if i thought its imprint might make my words sweeter,
a little more palatable to the deaf, perhaps:
little sweaters to wear on snow nights beside the fire
instead of barbs to impale the unsuspecting.

i would kiss your eyes
if i thought their imprint might open my own
to more than they see,
the simple things– not less darkness
but more richness in the black:
new color
new light,
new life.

i would kiss your hands
if i thought their imprint might touch the hard places in me
and make them tender;
teach me to stroke light, like your fingertips–
to weave sound
maneuver wind,
caress rain just right so it sings in nighttime
rather than frightening the children in their beds;

i would,
but i would kiss your mouth
only for the pleasure of tasting your essence–

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