To kiss you with my finger
Is my desire and last request.
Let the moon watch, jealous,
As we fall in love; let it talk
To Chaucer with dalliance while
I trace our route to Deurne
And the Molen de Valk Montfoort,
So I might find wind�enough
To swallow stars with geese
Upon whisperings of your flesh.
I shall pretend to know no ending,
Or where, at last, my finger should
Come to rest, but to taste your moon-
Silk in the fever of my lingering
Embrace shall bring neither surprise
Nor grimace to the seamless smile
Rounding the cravings within my face.
And to the moon, encumbered
With a blush, I shall surrender
No laureate more valuable than
This kiss against your lips, and
Demand its departure behind willows
As I surrender to your song of breath.
Dare I pursue you behind my eyes
And kiss you with my fingertip,
To swallow, in a dance, the beat
Of a heart beneath quilting flesh,
I shall woo the moon of your lips
And finger you quite delirious.
Todd K. Bush � 2004
�For Kelly
