Her passes are fleeting

Still, the impact lingers

The torture’s unintended

How the deaf may view singers

So close we could caress

With imperceptible motion

Yet the inches between us

Might as well be an ocean

She should kill me with kiss

A kiss ~ nothing more

Allow our spirits to taste

What eyes cannot explore

Draw our first and last breath

From the place where passion leaps

One soul to another

A kiss is where desire reaps

So elementary in practice

Yet a labyrinth of notion

Might it hush my chest’s clamor

Or bring about more commotion

One day I will learn

That the adjacent air

Is the only thing

That our lips will share