Christ Church Cathedral
for Debbie Richardson

intoxicating connection, briefly lasting
but for hours after, drunk

think of it, of her, of kisses
and it’s difficult to stand

waver like a tree in a breeze
crazy, shaking, shaken
as long as breeze and limbs are one

we were like this, like that, last evening
like that while our contact lasted

in touch, intact, one for a minute
but what a minute it was, that was
carried away, out of this world

a mystery that we could put so much,
push so much into two kisses upon two cheeks
into two more upon parting

such submission, admitting love,
confessing it, wordlessly

allowed to kiss two cheeks
outpoured into this, into these
hearts, souls, such delicious kisses
more delicious than any chocolate
in any box, consumed in or exported
from Switzerland

we brought them up from places
out of reach in our two souls

she and I, able to reach that deep
into each other, across her desk
upon meeting, upon parting


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
5:03 a.m. 01/09/07