Your lips touch
my lips
tentative in quizzical
passion
once, twice
third time’s the…
leaning in
your lips touch
my lips
tightened anticipation
firm yet supple
I cannot pull my face
from yours
we have become one
yet I feel you
dissolve
vaporizing away from
me
thoughts ethereal
I hear you speak but you
aren’t there
your lips touch mine
but you
aren’t there
and I know I am
wide awake and alive
but the dampness
pillow on cheek
remembering you
could not have been there
at all
at last
as every time in the
past has proven
what I felt for you then
I still do now
never reciprocated
unrequited
in death as in life
mattering little as in
an hour or so
one of us
will need to simply
get up, and
go to work.

 

– Mark L. Lucker
© 2019
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