The Goodnight Kiss

THE GOODNIGHT KISS


Sometimes we just hold hands
or rub each other’s back or feet
or pass our fingers through each other’ hair,
like fish swimming through anenomes.

But most of all the night begins
when our lips meet
and, no longer earthbound, we can fly
through gardens rich with flowers,
past lakes and waterfalls
on into the hills
and up the bare mountainside,
then on again into the dark,
between the silent stars,
to travel dreamless until morning.