Poem Starting with a Line from Norman
This kiss is like a dress falling off a tall
no, higher!, floating from the top of the Space
This kiss is queensize, XXXL, and cups the air
softly (spring in Seattle!), in no hurry at all.
You could take this kiss to a party and walk it
you would introduce this kiss to your really good
And as the kiss leaps away in the middle of
you know no other kiss has ever come close.
all the rest and catch your breath, your racing
This kiss is suicidal, inconsolable and utterly