normally, i wouldn't kiss anyone
at the local bar –
public displays of affection weren't
my cup of tea
but you weren't that at all
you were a shot of jack
and once you asked to press
your lips to mine
i melted right then and there
your kiss ignited my whole being
and sent shocks down to the tips
of my toes
everyone at the bar became
irrelevant between you and i.
i was lost in the bubble we created,
your hands linked with mine
the taste of your whiskey stained
lips when we molded as one.
you were a comfort –
a satisfaction with each
kiss at a time.
YOU ARE READING
with whiskey on our breath
Poesiebecause there's that one moment in life where you meet someone and wonder, "where the fuck have you been all my life?" this was - is our moment. © christine marie.
