Archive > Vol. 14 no. 1
Roddy Lumsden
Interface
a kiss appears in the air
within a room
or as a button at the neck
of a known one
then buttons one night
to its morning
where we talk between love
where soft
in the light’s spilldown
a kiss is all
but talk and spills
all spilled
lightly into the pulse
radar concision
the concealed heat
hoaxed raised
from its lair
light heat and pulse
risen in the notch
between heads
a kiss appears is air
endures not as we wish
as heat in the head
but as light
in the room we lay in
as light as down
on one known skin
as wish within