Kissing a Daffodil

Kissing a Daffodil
“The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.” Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.

once when I was a child I pulled green blades
of a daffodil still wet with rain. I wanted to see how
it tasted. I placed the green blade
between my lips – slowly pulling using
my tongue to feel the sharp edge and the soft green
and the cold wetness of it.
years later after kendo
we stood in the rain
and you kissed me. Daffodil lips
you had and I drank in their cool
wetness and my tongue probed the sharp
edges of your teeth and the slightly
bitter taste of your lips – cherry blossom
fingers traced my cheek fluttering
falling to land on my left breast
and stay there – light and clinging.
our love was spring  before
it became the sound of a distant crow
echoing across the cold dry field
of goodbye.

Strawberry Kisses

Warm May afternoon.

The two of them sat on

The back porch steps each

With a basket of

Strawberries between their feet.

His basket almost

Depleted.  He ate

Quickly, devouring green tops

And fruit in two bites.

Her basket half full.

She ate slowly, savoring

Each bite.  Green tops piled

Beside her in a

Neat pile.  “Save some for the koi.”

Silence.  She glanced at

Him. “Poor koi.”  He laughed.

he set two beside him.  “Happy?”

She smiled and nodded.

Her long braids brushed the

Steps as she reached down for two

Strawberries to place

With his two.  “I am.”

He watched as she slowly

Bit into a berry.

“You look like a child

Wearing her mother’s lipstick –

Red juice on your lips.”

“So do you” was her

Adult rejoinder, “Red lip

Boy.” He licked his lips,

tasting the juice.  He grabbed

a braid to pull her close.  He

kissed her.  She touched his

lips with one of her

Her bitten berries and kissed

Him.  He sighed.  “You have

More than I.”  She finished her

berry.  “More in the

Kitchen, watashi

No koi. We are wealthy with

Berries and kisses.”

He said “Watashi

no koi, berries and love are

A fine afternoon.”

She looked sideways at

Him.  “peach season is next month.”

He smiled.  “peach kisses.”

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