‘Not
in public, I’ve told you!’ And
so I
turn into thief steal
kisses away from curious eyes lip-ink
that disappears on
cheek-paper love-giving
that’s for giver in
the perfect robbery where
victim loses nothing in
the soft oblivion of
the nothing given and
taken. LEAVE A COMMENT
Sweet, lovely thief
ReplyDeleteHope this kind of a thief will meet another same kind of a thief...
ReplyDeleteWhat a hot poem! Oops, stealing kisses away from the public eye!
ReplyDeleteIt is an ancient poem. of daughters out-growing cuddle-need and kiss-need. and fathers looking for consolation prizes.
ReplyDeleteI suppose it's the plight of all fathers. But the comfort of a father's cuddle cannot be compensated through other means, we realize it in mid-life...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem..........."Edges' stands next to my computer when I write poetry and it's a beautiful collection.........Congratulations !
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