Widdershins

Are you looking for a kiss? 

He laughing, spins me widdershins:

For more than a quarter of a century

we come together and split apart

storm-tossed lovers

seeking sanctuary

like sine-waves

oscillating

in counterpoint

in rare conjoining

erratic moments, briefly timed.

Are you looking for a kiss?

He laughing, spins me widdershins:

A flurry of enticement

still-comfortable

and familiar

we sing our tune

from long-ago

it’s melody now deeper with age

yet somehow rattled by worn-out

dreams and lingering hopes, our fantasies.

Are you looking for a kiss?

He laughing, spins me widdershins:

Our arms twine ‘round each other

legs pressed close together

foreheads touch and eyelids flutter

subtle brush, a pilgrim’s kiss

longing, fearing this haunting reminder

of what could have been and sometimes still is

now waking, a gasp, gentle relief

for once this visitation happened only in dream.

Are you looking for a kiss?

He laughing, spins me widdershins.

 

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