Small Kisses

Kiss me for the shallowness
of breath that you bring,
for the delicious weak moments
I have in these time alone
when I call your name.
I have waited so long
I can imagine now my softest
touch to you, to smooth
your hair, or my fingers
gently moving
across the shadows
of your face.
Eyes can lock in shades
of blue and brown
for the extension of sensing.
Small kisses to you, my love,
and playful tongues that turn
serious, as moments take us
both to this higher level
where we are the safest
within each other.