Thinking of His Departure

Seeking kisses in familiar territory
the last time
to know
the lips
the air
the breath
the hips

Whet kisses
reaching
to remember a day
with more
future
that stayed familiar

Not changing
bright
not dark
wet
not dry
high
not low

Lust Lusty Lust Lustified
We find ourselves
brave
enough
to see the truth
of what
we remember
    coward enough
to hide
from what we
don't
know