OPEN DOORS

                                                                                                                                       to Faye


I was so foolish
I thought that all kisses came
from Paris. But then I discovered
this one that came from North Carolina.
It had this little blue tag on it.

North Carolina is a place right next to
the ocean and there is land on the other side.
If you look up, there is this sky there
and sometimes it’s almost grey looking.
This kiss which I call Bojangles

tasted like butter on a biscuit. It was warm
in the way biscuits love to be. Sunshine warm.
I woke up every morning and waited for it to come
to bed and ask if I was awake yet. Are you awake yet?
Yes, of course I am. Are you ready to start this new day?
No, please, not yet.