Kiss Me

When the nights are unfriendly,

And the times seem endless,

Though the moon hides cowardly,

And my eyes roam aimlessly:

Kiss me anyway…

When my dreams elude me,

In the twilight of the day,

Though hung on the thin twig,

I wander and wander astray:

Give a pucker anyway…

When my hands stretched open

To welcome your love and you,

Though my heart hot as an oven

To have and to hold you too:

Print a smooch anyway…

When the throb exceeds the passion

Lest the desires burn the heap,

My emotions, without the ration

Of your love, run me so deep:

Glue a smack anyway…

When our lips with fires brush,

Our bodies, of the touch, shiver.

The blood, inside us, in so rush

To dictate the delights of quivers:

Graze a short peck anyway…