Expiration

As we laid talking,

the baby sleeping a breath away,

the moment arrived.

There was months

worth of chatter and

build up

that lead to this moment.

It was beautiful.

I set my drink down 

on the night stand

turned your way and 

looked you in the eyes.

I felt like a child

at Christmas.

The moment you realize

you don't have to wonder

anymore.

You have your gift.

I took a moment to

touch your hair.

Then,

in slow motion,

I touched my nose

to yours.

Like that,

there was no distance 

between us.

Lips danced.

This kiss had fireworks,

magic,

an expiration date.

I am not sure how much time passed

that evening;  but

I know how much has passed, since.

I'm not even sure if I was foolish.

I just know that night

I wasn't steering

or thinking.

I was simply funneled 

by life

or God

or love

to that spot.

I write poems 

because of spots like that.