there is the softness
of rabbit fur
or the breath you
take
after that kiss
that meant something
that kiss that tells you
maybe i should be playing
this romance a little closer
to the chest
maybe i shouldn’t chew only
on the edges of the lettuce
or let that be a start
that takes you to the center
of the pleasure garden
in that frenzy of harvest
and not run in a circle
to cross the scent
of excitement
leaving the kiss
in a dizzy dismal
of desire