Viennese Waltz

by Pamela

If I could put a kiss in a jar
and let it travel
to you from the window
I would.

If it could open itself without you
the lid
it would.

If that kiss could brush your cheek
and cover
you completely
it would.

I just so wish that
I could.

I’d close my eyes
feel them leave my lips
and roam to the bottom
they would
sit patiently.

I could
send them in perfect timing to
kiss you down from your head
along the
inside of your arm
to your palm
with one


Your elbow, red from my lips
and they would
Viennese waltz over you fingers
as my fingers might.

Waltz you to sleep.