wasted kisses

my lover
absolute and
sweet summer lemonade,
eye loved her in a dark room
in black and white on a silver screen,
almost in secret,
my glamorous
nineteen forties starlet,
eye was always content
2 waste my kisses on you
the rich
fabric of content between us
this toothsome
lifetime of moments,
spent waiting for the
right context 2 put it all in2,
waiting for her 2 lose herself in the center
wait for me, loose
from everything sensible
so when she comes this way again—
crush her 2 my chest, and
tell her eye love her,
confess
that my soul has lain dead
in this coffin with her image
and eye want 2 live again,
that eye need a lifetime of context
2 waste these kisses on my
absolute and
sweet summer lemonade lady friend

~ by abnegation on January 27, 2009.