The Kiss. (Revised).

That night in the bar Time seemed to melt away

Leaving us trapped in an alien space with no doors,

A broken key dangling from my fingers.

I stood tongue tied, once more a schoolboy caught

                                                               red handed

With pockets stashed with snowballs, sweets and

                                                 grandpas cigarettes,

Both hands trembling for fear of slipper or rod.

"Come here bad boy", you sardonically suggested

As you grabbed my collar and kissed me hard on the

                                                                          mouth,

As though you had already gained my lands and loot.

This was behaviour I did not expect from a scholar,

Especially someone so lady like and formal

That saying boo to a goose could seem not to be your 

                                                                              style.

Love at second sight had blown all constraints awry,

Leaving us beached on a new shore only we had the

                                                      strengths to explore.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

May 18th. - 19th. 2023.