” I feel different about you now”…she said after I left that morning
I did not understand and yet I did, but said to myself, different how?
for me it made a difference, so I wrote this:

“I know now what it is”

I know now what it is about her
I kiss your mouth and you to me
soft, gentle, slow and then, more and more
and beyond that even, even beyond more than even
that is of my passion, my expression
as a man, an artist, the pure essence of my romanticism
to kiss her belly, your belly
is the magnificence of your being
it is of your woman hood and from where I came
to be born
the pure essence of your soul and the pulse beat
from where I touch and kiss
the everlasting intoxication, the mere beauty of you as a woman
that I cherish
it is the respect of you that I kiss; you there; any where
it is my being, my humanness, the soul of my soul
the love for you
that I kiss you there
and how and why and because
I kiss so tenderly and gentle
it is the celebration of that kiss, that caress
that from you I am alive, you are that of my
inspiration, my inner strength, my gentleness
my devoted expression of self that I attempt
to forward and give to you