eskimo kiss

 

once at work i had to repeat a customer's order  

six times in a row

we were standing too close

for my brain to focus

i could see the spaces between 

his teeth

and

a tiny scar on his philtrum

made my index finger tremble

i wanted to know what happened 

there

i wanted to take a picture

of his rumpled hair

in sweet morning light.

it is incredible

all of us

crisscrossed

constellations

mysterious shooting stars

our eyes on fire

for each other

butterflies

born

in a moment

beat against

my ribcage

a gentle tattoo.

if only we could run free

like naked children

laughing 

in the grass.