what could be more than a kiss? :: michael burkard

a scent.
a stone alive at last
after being worried for god knows how many years,

a piano
won by the little boy
who picked the right number of fish in the sea.

another kiss.
followed by another kiss.
followed by the dark starlight of jesus
                          by the dark starlight of a ship too far at sea
       at too late a date

at too late a time
no one can be on board such a ship—

no one can kiss like you
or the ocean approaching the rest of the night waiting world

From Harvard Review