Post by zachmiller on Jul 10, 2014 18:25:09 GMT -5
The Reddest Kiss
My heartbeat draws her like a fool
on summer evenings, once it’s cool;
she nuzzles up against my neck
and counts eight beats until she’s full.
When she is done she’ll leave a speck,
a dot, the color of regret,
the consequence of one wet kiss
she’ll give me so I can’t forget.
I’ll wonder later, what is this?
was I so stricken I could miss,
while watching night consume the day,
her deep inside of me, in bliss?
If I had know I’d bid her stay,
give her my palm, to keep, but nay;
she buzzed goodbye and flew away,
she buzzed goodbye and flew away.
My heartbeat draws her like a fool
on summer evenings, once it’s cool;
she nuzzles up against my neck
and counts eight beats until she’s full.
When she is done she’ll leave a speck,
a dot, the color of regret,
the consequence of one wet kiss
she’ll give me so I can’t forget.
I’ll wonder later, what is this?
was I so stricken I could miss,
while watching night consume the day,
her deep inside of me, in bliss?
If I had know I’d bid her stay,
give her my palm, to keep, but nay;
she buzzed goodbye and flew away,
she buzzed goodbye and flew away.
