Halloween, nineteen seventy six, My friend and I were prowling. The holiday spirit was strong It was powerful and howling. We were visiting friends, Both is and mine that night, We saw some wondrous things House to house that night.
One house was amazing; A Los Feliz mansion. It was glorious, a jewel Both high, wide and handsome. Inside, a silent movie ran From foyer to the third floor. And every room of the house Was a delight to see and explore.
The next house was a study Of **** smoking and chat. We intended to stay awhile We saw nothing wrong with that. And, as we plowed through The crowd ebbed and waned. I giggle as we tried our best To maintain the footing we gained.
Then, from the gabbing throng, A face of a handsome guy Came out and apparently he Decided to give kissing me a try. He pulled me close and it worked, He planted on me a warm kiss. He was aiming for my lips and He aimed he scored, didn’t miss.
The thing that made it memorable Was that it was a perfect kiss. I remember thinking to myself “It’s been years since a kiss like this.” In a night of traditional revelry And simulated comic danger I got the best Halloween kiss ever And it came from a total stranger.
I never saw him again or since As he melted back into the crowd. They were all talking and shouting So no good shouting out loud. I just had to accept this hot gift And go on with my holiday journey. But that was a most wonderful kiss And it lives today in my memory.