(For Emily, my Muse)
Not for want of trying,
That we might never kiss,
You know, I would be lying,
To rest content with this.
Your lips are so inviting,
To me it’s really odd,
Among our gentle moments,
The kiss appears forgot.
I hope someday that this will change,
It sometimes feels so close,
Your eyes appear to draw me near,
Should I suppose that’s false?
Since somewhere in the night sky,
There floats an orphaned kiss,
That’s missing both its pairs of lips,
And hence alone must drift.
I wonder, had you thought, perhaps,
That we could just adopt,
That sad, depressed, abandoned kiss,
Because it cries a lot?
We’d take it up between us,
And nurture it with care,
As from its essence, other kisses,
Sweet beyond compare.
Could spread throughout the universe,
To chase away the pain,
Of other would-be kissers,
The sad, unkissed, insane.
I know that it’s not likely,
That I’ll be kissed by you,
But sometimes in old fairy tales,
The wisher’s wish comes true.
So yes, I will keep wishing,
And yearning, craving, hoping,
That soon you’ll find that kissing’s,
A thing that’s good for you.
(14.11.23)
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