For the kisses you took and didn’t talk of

For the gap when you’re kissing
in your head,

when your breath holds its hiccups
at the closeness of the happening

for the few degrees of incline
the advance of the arch

the arpeggio of answers
you didn’t know you asked for.

To the last thing you looked at
before they leaned in;

lamplight, car park, wineglass,
train seat, kitchen, carpet.

To all the kisses you took and didn’t talk of
each one left a little art.