For eighty years, I have dreamt of that kiss.
In a moment seen by few, his selfish heart beating.
Forever in the quiet of that tiny room, we spent hours laughing at the awkward calmness.
Monday, dreading another moment, so sparingly good to us.
Those muscles, caressing beneath my flesh.
Looking in through his eyes, My lips meet his trembling mouth… hard.
If I could only live another days youth, beneath that quiet nights kiss.