As Close As A Kiss Poem by Alan Strand

Where are you my Love?
I think of you often
Like when I am off
Far, far from home,
Or when the need
For sharing something special
Wells up deep inside
My otherwise vacant heart.

I feel your residual warmth
Licking my toughened skin
In the dying sun’s amber glow.
I close my eyes,
I weaken,
And begin to sweat.

I see your kind and sweet
Faceless image
Transposed onto
Every glorious sunset.
Tears refract rainbows
That spill through my empty fingers.

I hear your whisperings.
Is it my name you call
As you playfully puff
In almost silent breaths,
Laughing at the
Bristling autumn leaves
As they fall dead and stiffly
All around
My lonely island of feet?

I sense your presence
In the immensity above
So I tell the rising mute moon
To shout out my love for you
And hope that her billions of celestial children
Will twinkle just a bit of stardust
Into the dark void
Where sweet dreams don’t dare to go.

I savor slowly
The smell of the softness
In the nape of your neck,
Your exotica perfumes
The gentle ocean breeze
Making me believe
That you are
As close
As a kiss away.

(Looking for you,2002/08/08)