There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language-door and
open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.
Write them on a piece of paper.
Write them on your heart.
Whisper them into your lover's ear.
Serve heart-shaped pancakes and recite them.
Burn candles, spritz rose water, sing the words.
Press them into a book with a flower or a kiss or a love note.