This Morning Kiss. by Juanita Rey

Out of the instability of waking,
the chaos of light and eyes,
sounds and breath,
comes the inevitability.

His face appears
more or less as I dreamed it
but first touch
adds do much more.

At first, it could be any morning
but, after a yawn or two,
it’s this one.
As always, sheets are rumpled.
Pillows deeply concave.
But then a willingness to exist takes over.
a steady flow of moments
featuring recognition and confirmation.

I am assured with a look,
made complaint in a kiss
by how gentle the extraordinary can be. 
It’s essentially silent.
But then, so are the warm rays of the sun.


Juanita Rey is a

Dominican poet

who has been in this country five years. Her work has been published in 
Pennsylvania EnglishOpiate Journal, Petrichor Machine and Porter Gulch Review.