Would you kiss me
if I told you I am infected
with an extreme case
contagious with a full-body rash
of rep leaping praise,
the kind that oozes,
embarrassingly, into giggles
while waiting in long grocery store lines,
that kind that breaks out
when standing in a crowded, silent room.
This is no time for tight-lipped tidiness,
no time for tongues wearing white-laced gloves.
Why not? Because it’s Tuesday.
Because I smell spring gathering in the air.
Because tonight the moon rises
and I am contagious
and these lips
~Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer