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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

WAITING FOR AN AUTUMNAL KISS.


You could have been here with me.
As I sit brooding on the shores of time,
looking into the heart of the unknown,
you could have been here with me.

As I lay resurrected first
in the mid-wife's arms,
my mother, still in exhaustion,
kissed me, the kiss of life.
As I lisped first, calling her first,
she kissed me, the kiss of initiation.

As she lay dead, unhappy that
her brood were still fledglings,
I kissed her, my first kiss of loss.

As I did her, my first crush, proud
in the fields, she kissed me in secret;
my first kiss of passion.
As she bade farewell, wedded to another;
I kissed her tears, my kiss of heart-break.

As I held your arms in wed-lock
I kissed you, your eyes closed in submission,
you were me, in a kiss of finding each other.
As we quarreled, parted ways,
I kissed your cold finger tips,
my first kiss of denial.

And now past my spring
wherein you bloomed
in lovely kids and blissful home
I sit on forlorn shores of gloom,
I long for one more kiss.
I know you won't ever come back.
Yet, honey, I want you back.
You could have been here with me
to give me that autumnal kiss,
the kiss of death.
Kiss me to my death, my love.

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