our kiss

did i dream
our kiss

in the low
cool
light of morning

scented with smoke
from last night’s fire?

with so few words
the taste of lips
is more present
than memory

so
have i changed
a memory
of warm
smiling eyes
into
something
it never was?

no
please don’t tell me

if memory
and fantasy
together
bore the succulence
that i remember as you
better
i savor
my dream
of your lips
than never
to have tasted them
at all.

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