Today I found a picture of an old friend that made me want to kiss him
On the mouth - no.
On the nose, tender like a gosling feather.
To cup his face in my hand like a lost animal,
To run my ring finger down the crinkle of his nose,
Make my face his mirror image.
To uncurl his brow like smoothing out a crumpled page,
Like smearing pastels over watercolor paper,
Blend them outward into his crow’s feet,
blend them inward into my skin.

I will tap his hat with my hand, playfully,
His hands in reflex will fly up to meet mine, readjust.
Cocky-smiled boy with an unlit cigarette behind his ear -

You are a world unto itself and you know it.

This is for you.