Like a familiar touch,
yes.
Like a whisper kiss,
yes.
To awaken to this,
Yes.
To rise to this,
Yes.
Not every day can feel,
Yes!
Which makes this day more,
Yes!
Not everyone will be,
Yes!
But today I am,
Yes!
This poem may have been subconsciously inspired by Molly Bloom’s closing soliloquy: Ulysses [excerpt], James Joyce – 1882-1941
…and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.