Kiss

You put your forehead on mine.
I press you closer.
My hand twines into your dandelion hair.
Soft, soft, and the stubborn bone underneath.
If thoughts could spark through the skull —
Tears! A blaze of gratitude. Rain on your head, smells like clover, wetting the cornsilk.
In each of our bodies, separate, everything comes together and surrenders at once.
Wait for it.
Wait —