New Mexico

When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
When she kisses me
Too much joy in here
So much
Clever warmth
Like the words from our lips
This feeling
At sundown
At rosebloom
Does it matter what we say?
"Honey, it might be raining..."

    Michael Adams
    Roadside, top down
    Somewhere close to Nambe