A Kiss

my lips: chapped, sore (always).
yours: moving as you speak, though I've stopped hearing the words, focused as I am entirely on the shapes of your mouth, the glimpses of teeth and tongue.

I lean forward a little, my eyes doing a hopscotch - your mouth, your eyes, your mouth, your eyes- until you fall into the same hypnotized state as me. Then, the lulling low roar of your voice falls away and we are both leaning forward, transfixed.

There will be a kiss. Our lips will collide, softly then firmly, our hands and arms will pull each other closer, there will be urgency, teeth, saliva, sighs- but this moment- our eyes fixed- everything known and nothing ventured - will be the one we remember most.