One wave falling forward meets another wave falling
forward. Well-water,
hand-hauled, mineral, cool, could be
a kiss, or pastures
fiery green after rain, before
the grazers. The kiss — like a shoal of fish whipped
one way, another way, like the fever dreams
of a million monkeys — the kiss
carry me — closer than your carotid artery — to you.
first of all..i am not a critic..just someone who enjoys poetry..and on that basis i form my opinions..
i like how the words are paired up..the the imagery is amazing..but i found the ‘set up’ or how the poem is laid out too hard to be able to keep a flow going..and for ‘a kiss’ it seemed too frenetic..but maybe that is the way you like to kiss..