I love the heft of red bricks in my hand
the neat and straight of their edges,
how side by side, end to end
they line up a spine into that sure-footed path
you step from fountain to spinach to the roses.
That is what kisses on your back are for
so my lips can walk your morning skin as
each kiss carries the weight of my love
up the path of your spine to your heart.
That’s why bricks are like kisses.
Now I hurry to the garden to line up more bricks
to form a new path to the peach tree.