The Kiss

I dreamt that we were young when we first met and with the innocence of children, we lay close together facing each other. I adjusted my head, so our foreheads touched. You softly whispered that you were about to do the same, and we continued holding each other for some time, foreheads touching without moving. I then heard a voice from above ask if they had kissed. You moved; I felt our lips touch for the first time. I felt your tongue against mine. And we kissed. I awoke older and a God. I pushed my weight against the world to spin it backward, to return to an earlier time if only to kiss you a moment sooner.  

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Sunday, April 28. 2019

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