What if each kiss were more than a momentary,
Blissful break from being too far away,
But rather, each kiss continued for multiple hours of
Perfect normalcy; and the brief pause from kissing
Lasted only long enough for Lover’s to miss each other
Before resuming the basic, compulsory act of
Breathing in each other’s air,
Body to body, heart to heart and lip to lip?
That is how it feels to me each and every time
You look into my eyes, or smile, or breathe,
Or simply exist… or kiss me. This how it feels:
Your kisses are like air when I am suffocating,
Salve when it burns, and an unquenchable flame
In a dark world, filling me with hope and warmth and life.
It is not a question. It is my heart pondering merely
The delightful necessity of your sweet kiss.
~for my Fiancé~