The Kiss

I am thinking of a kiss. The kind where he sees me from across the room but I don’t see him. I am taken by surprise as he walks up to me, holds my face, fingers on my cheek and in my hair. His lips on mine. Warm, soft, powerful. I want this kiss from him now. I want to be in that space of reciprocal, chemical desire. But I am here now. Alone in my head and heart. I cannot go back.