Poem Starting with a Line from Norman Dubie

A kiss is like a dress falling off a tall building,
slipped into your bones
like a love letter in the mailbox.
It is loose as the wind from the drop
of your dress; your body is disconnected
from flesh: it's a newborn feather, light
and hard to find, easy to lift
like sprinkles of sand
that are poured
and emptied
between soft fingers.