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A Kiss

And sometimes it is
loss

                                                       that we lose,

          and sometimes

it is just lips. When I was


                           a child, I would ask my mother
to tuck me

                             in, wrap me tight in blankets,

            make me into a burrito.


                           Sometimes I would wait in bed,

pressing my body stiff, like a board,

mind like a feather, silly— setting the scene

                        

                        to be seen.

                                          So I could be wrapped.

                                              So I could be kissed.


And what

                                  I miss most,


is being            made                                 again.

Credit


Copyright © 2015 by David Tomas Martinez . Used with permission of the author.

About this Poem


“This poem explores a Heraclitean idea of love, showing how, in the end, we often miss some of the most mundane things about the person lost, such as a kiss. This poem is an attempt to wiggle my toes in the stream of that kiss.”
David Tomas Martinez

Author


David Tomas Martinez

David Tomas Martinez is the author of Post Traumatic Hood Disorder (Sarabande Books, 2018) and Hustle (Sarabande Books, 2014). The recipient of fellowships from CantoMundo, the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, and the National Endowment for the Arts, he lives in Brooklyn, New York.

Date Published: 2015-03-06

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/kiss-1