This is an old one from my first collection In The Raw which I'd kinda forgotten I'd written until a friend told me she'd been reading through it and this was one of her favourites.
It's about...och, you can work out yourself what it's all about.
Another Kiss?
You offer the benediction of your kiss.
But what worth a kiss when it’s as chaste
as a 10 year old in her communion dress?
How did this spiral
from love in all its colours
to a base transaction?
You allow a touch,
I’ll smile once in a while
You purse your lips, I’ll pay the rent.
An exchange of services
for an exchange of fluids.
And when did the press of lips on that place
where neck meets shoulder meets fire
begin to fail to charge your heart?
And where do you chase your thoughts
when you close your eyes? Do you dwell
on my limbs pressing heavy on yours?
And when at the last our sweat mingles,
does the thin of your desire fade?
And why do I lie in the afterburn
when my heart stutters towards sleep,
turn my face to yours and pray
silent as the worn night
for one more kiss?
Now go and find some more poems and have yourself an experience.
