And if my lips
just happen to find
your cheek, well,
let’s perhaps say
they were aiming
for somewhere else
but decided that sweetness
comes in many shades,
and if my hands
happen to brush
your shoulder,
your neck, well,
chances are
they didn’t exactly
get lost, more like
they needed a starting
point, some place
called here
from which they
might travel to other
places called here,
and here, and here.