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

To fly away,
That I want to do,
To shy and play,
Not in a world so cruel!
To be an infant,
In foreign destined lands!
In places not known to man,
Neither to me!!!
To fly,
To be free,
No court gesture's
No false writings,
Noone may I pesture,
Only invitations for invitings!
No half dipped kisses,
But a mouthful of bliss,
No worries, no hurries, no terracing ones ditch!!!
Just a flight to glory,
A mount planted with our names,
A plaque given as trophy,
No media fortune nor fame!!
Just two karma lover's,
With their world around them forgot!
Wrapped soo gentle as present,
Proceeded amongst the docks!!!

These heavy swells, with high tides, give life a few options, for facinating rides.......