I would kiss you
under cherry blossoms,
pink petals drifting down
like parachutes of desire
covering us with beauty.
I would kiss you
in the rain, drenched to
the bones not noticing
the fat raindrops
kissing us both back.
I would kiss you
in the wildest woods
surrounded by rustling leaves
beneath the jealous eyes
of voyeuristic birds.
But I have no idea
when I will kiss you
or where or even what
will happen when I do.
Still, in my imagination
it will be the right time,
the right place and
the right circumstance.
And it will be exactly
like kissing lightening.
~mce
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
I would kiss you
under cherry blossoms,
pink petals drifting down
like parachutes of desire
covering us with beauty.
I would kiss you
in the rain, drenched to
the bones not noticing
the fat raindrops
kissing us both back.
I would kiss you
in the wildest woods
surrounded by rustling leaves
beneath the jealous eyes
of voyeuristic birds.
But I have no idea
when I will kiss you
or where or even what
will happen when I do.
Still, in my imagination
it will be the right time,
the right place and
the right circumstance.
And it will be exactly
like kissing lightening.
~mce
A shocker of a poem...
