Waiting

It’s how people get in

Accidents

Or accidentally

Fall

Four or more

Touches

Kisses

Longings

The way your suit

Coats your

Shoulders like

My cheek

Touched

A different

Plateau

Ascending to

It’s memory

While

Honesty spilled out

Our lips

Grateful yet

Reticent

Wanting

Yet aware

Wait for 30

Kisses

Or days

While our lives

Are lived

And our

Magic is

Stored

In cellars filled with

Bubbles

Smooth and enticing

Waiting

To be

Opened