I’m in a romantic mood these days. So, when a CoJ reader named Katharine sent me this poem on Instagram, I couldn’t help clutching my heart.

Teodoro Luna’s Two Kisses
by Alberto Ríos

Mr. Teodoro Luna in his later years had taken to kissing
His wife
Not so much with his lips as with his brows.
This is not to say he put his forehead
Against her mouth —
Rather, he would lift his eyebrows, once, quickly:
Not so vigorously he might be confused with the villain
Famous in the theaters, but not so little as to be thought
A slight movement, one of accident. This way
He kissed her
Often and quietly, across tables and through doorways,
Sometimes in photographs, and so through the years themselves.
This was his passion, that only she might see. The chance
He might feel some movement on her lips
Toward laughter.

grandparents honeymoon

How beautiful is that? What poems have you loved lately?

P.S. Another romantic poem, and Kate Baer’s beauty uniform.

(Photos of my maternal grandparents on their honeymoon in 1945.)