A Sweeping View
With tenderness and regret for what never should have been.

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Kiss Me Good Night

 

A little rite as down we lay,

Before our rest would overtake,

To show what words would fail to say,

A kiss of peace and love we'd make.

 

Above your proffered brow I kissed,

First right then left your eyes I pressed.

From there my lips met yours in tryst,

Where in return my face you blest.

  

Its birth, my mind can not recall,

We started very early on.

Perhaps when I did you enthrall,

And when I loved on you to fawn.

 

This sign became a tie that bound,

So simple, but it meant so much.

It mattered not where we were found,

What mattered was its gentle touch.

  

We kissed above the rocky ground,

With sweaters under tired heads.

Beneath the dome where stars abound,

Was one among our many beds.  

 

We kissed along the sandy shore,  

And in that narrow sofa bed.

We kissed upon the pastor's floor,  

But 'twas in mine, we kissed to wed.

  

In spite of anger done or said,  

Not once did we the other spurn.

We held a moment's truce instead,

So as the tilting to adjourn.

  

The way you wished my love to see,

Was not a style I could perfect.

The way you showed your love to me,

Seemed not to have the right effect.

 

Our loving feelings ebbed and flowed,

From worst of fiends to best of friends. 

Year in, year out this kiss, it showed,

That not on love, real love depends.

  

Now through that kiss was love conceived,  

and through that kiss was love perceived,  

and through that kiss was love received,  

so through that kiss was love believed.  

Although that kiss was love achieved,

That kiss became our love aggrieved,

That kiss became our love upheaved,

And of that kiss is love bereaved.  

 June 22, 1998

 

 

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