Kissed

Brush my lips with your shadow, and tell me
how it feels to be closer to the sun.
Time without you is night. You fill the day.

Bless my lips with kisses. When you have gone,
let me breathe the empty air I talk to,
meaningless, because you are the reason.

Wash my eyes clean. Bathe them with seeing you.
Be soothing and sharp on my burning skin.
You set me on fire, and your touch is cool

dew laying itself on the morning grass,
watching the dawn start and light opening
the shadows to watch. You kiss me at last.