My dad used to say the blessing that began, May the good Lord bless you and keep you... and he'd end with a kiss on the forehead.
I reached for her lips.
Instead
She offered her forehead.
A blessing kiss
I settle into a hug
Exhaling
Inhaling
O thoughts
Don't haunt me
with projections,
doubts, and
translations.
Stay just long enough
To remind me I am alive
Then leave me to
Enjoy this wondrous moment
In peace
Sunday, January 10, 2010
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