I have often imagined your kiss

Its asymmetry and beguile:
Familiar and cat twitch wide

The intimacies bestowed by those mornings,
Which were endless, wet, and screened alone

Privacy irreducible as a veil
Metaphor and meaning lost

I just imagined our kiss your mouth my mouth
Liking to have assented to it all

Knowing it was really just an accident
We hadn’t any plan so nothing went to it

The wearing of your clothing sometimes
Your elusive taste on my tongue

Feeling the memory tentative as a minnow
This was the obverse reaction to alert alarmed:

Languid.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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