It would be the last kiss between me and you
Fate or irony, a twist in the stars
In twenty years time, your best by far
Walking in to dinner, under a cloud of stars
We made a deal as we left the car
A kiss from me whose depth you choose
In exchange for wearing my too-tall shoes
First man in heels I’ve kissed, quite probably my last
Thanks for the laugh.
But I didn’t consent just to make you my fool or save sore feet
Rather to create a space where pain and grace meet
Then:
Beseeching prayer from your lips, “End this drought.”
Like Moses seeing the Promised Land, before God took him out
One step toward you, forgiveness... again
The next several hours: what might have been
Let’s stay the night, let’s stay together
Under our old palm tree, reclaim forever
We drove back home instead
No reason but cheaper beds
In the morning, call me fake
And the biggest mistake
You
Ever
Did
Make
All Hell breaks loose from those praying lips, angry lies you wish me to buy
It would be easier to be hit with your fists, than trying to understand why
Such venom, from nowhere, hate fanned into flame
Love is longsuffering, but it also does not maim
I turn to go, one final wave
Thanks for the laughs and this early grave.
