I Kiss The Future Poem by Allan Thorne

After the gross matter that bore my name
Has dissipated, the molecules
Of flesh and bone dissolved.


When my face is unknown,
And my name forgotten,
When my whispered words of love are lost
In the static of the radio,
In the hum of the light,
In the hiss of a bus on a rainy night.


I will come to you my future child
In the warm breeze of spring
And kiss the back of your neck
In that sweat spot that your
Grandfather (my son) would never let me kiss.