Checkmate

Sunday morning pre-coffee orgasms
dappled sunlight reflects through the window off the snow outside
We are the only ones home

"Why did you ever kiss me?" you asked

Time stopped
I meditated for a moment
Paused between action and non-action
Time resumed
I kissed you

That moment, your touch,
so real as to be surreal
To kiss you----
     like a chess move
     always one lapse away from checkmate

"As an ending" I replied

A brief interlude; book-ended by kisses