"smooching" poems
We have our dreams,
My perfect stranger,
Though we never really met,
Perhaps; never shall meet.
Still, we amble along together,
Navigating the lamentable brook,
Unfulfilled promises, foaming,
Swirling around our bare feet,
The cold of reality numbing our toes,
Skipping over rocks of broken ideals,
Once cherished, but not here, no,
They are fractious and discarded.
Trickles of tormented sighs, tease,
While avoiding guiding ropes of life,
Which would snag our thoughts,
Straining against friction burns,
As they attempt to bind us tightly,
Holding us prisoner, when in truth,
We are capable of incarcerating ourselves.
Although, our minds are free, yes,
Living beneath the same impassive moon,
Bathing within its stolen light,
Stealing our own, moments of peace,
As in sleep, we slip away unnoticed,
To hold each other, so loving,
Above the clouds, sharing caresses,
Smooching around, and round,
Oblivious of telltale tears on our cheeks.
A shooting star arcs across the sky,
‘Shall we wish?’ You ask,
‘Nah,’ I reply; wishing is for fools,
Be content; acceptance is the key,
My perfect stranger,
We have our dreams.
© Paul M Chafer 2014
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
What happened to dancing?
And I mean grooving
Moving to the beat of the music
not that
back to front, raunchy, distasteful, vertical *** on the dancefloor foolishness
I don't want any of that unclassy bending over
***** pressed up against a stranger, up in my face,
I mean up in my behind business type of dancing.
None of that too-close for comfort, get-a-room type of grind
I want some of that smooth jazzy, hold my hand and spin me around moving, and
I want some of that 80's finger-snappin', and some of those Breakfast Club hip-shaking, arm-gyrating
What I don't get is why
The moves from ***** Dancing seem cleaner than today's so-called dancing.
I want to be able to go to a club
And have enough space for myself and you to be dancing like we're dancing at home,
with the privacy of our rooms
I want to be able to dance, and let us return
and have a much-needed cultural dance revolution where it doesn't have to be something your mama won't be ashamed of.
I want some of that jiving, and more of that 70's finger-pointing, and fast-feet moving
Man, I just want all of us to dance without it suggesting anything more than smooching.
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 1:20 AM UTC
the Wonder no longer…
I no longer wonder
the whose, or is it the who’s, the whys, and even
an occasional wherefore art thou, and what’s their real name,
are they alive or passed, from whence they came, or,
the origins of their names, the name of that movie where
what’s his name fell in love with blonde from that tv show,
with the detective and the raincoat who always smoked
a cigar though was never seen with match or tobacco,
these mysteries that nagged, burrs that came mid-sentence,
causing grown people to curse and smack their head, now,
blessedly put to bed in seconds depending on the goodness
of your internet connection…
but now I wonder if the world is better off with instantaneous
information much of which is hooliganism and mis and dis,
made-up-as-you-go-along but now recorded as gospel truth
well recall the happy, romantic nature of falling in love across
the library table, secret smooching in dusty stacks of tomes, or is it tombs, that were never read but contained the secrets of the universe…
but never for too long, for repair and restoration I do take
a triple dose of Prevagen,
when and if,
I remember
Jul 9, 2023
Jul 9, 2023 at 8:19 AM UTC
She stops before the glimmering mirror,
falters and prepares.
Gangly and awkward,
Legs unfolding, leaning forward
she drinks.
A slender skyscraper gallops,
sashaying.
A wet bud uncurls and blooms.
Winding, uncoiling, plucks a leaf.
Enchanting daughter of heights:
Embraced by the clouds,
Smooching the stars.
Towering sky-queen, ossicones her russet crown.
Bronzed cloak, auburn jewels.
From protuberant knees to shadowy lashes,
a lofty leader,
willowy wanderer.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
As you sit in the cafe
in the shopping mall
you see Sophie
and her man friend
smooching across
the table
he with moustache
and thinning
combed back hair
and she
with dark black hair
straight to the collar
of her white blouse
they purse their lips
he closes his eyes
leans forward
she likewise
as if
in some French cafe
in some 1950s film
you sip your latte
watch the show
he once worked
pushing trolleys
in some super store
she unsure
but with a carer
sometimes seen
walking the mall
or in the bank
or shops
and some days
she’ll come up
and say hello
in a loud voice
as if she’d not
seen you
in a thousand years
other days not at all
or she’ll tell you
some news
about her life
or some small trouble
that’s got her down
today she sits
and kisses
and converses
with the man friend
and he’ll laugh
and maybe she too
and hold hands
over the cokes and cakes
you sit back
in the chair
and watch them there
repeat their kissing
or holding hands
the Romeo eyes
now open
leaning near
mouthing words
you cannot hear
she lips still pursed
says loudly
of a love
she feels
or how hot
the weather is
or how his scarf
untidy looks
or unbuttoned shirt
others who do not
know them sit
and gawk
and make snide comment
behind their hands
make judgement
in their bourgeoisie world
but you like others
who know them of old
sit and drink
and make no judgements
of what they say
or do but watch
the kissing
and holding of hands
like in a B feature
at the cinema
waiting for
the real thing maybe
but content to see
the movie through
having no where to go
or other things to do.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
Tonight, thinking on you,
My mind is ablaze, fully illuminated,
Akin to a fabled city swinging in festival,
You light me up inside, and I glow brightly,
Bathed within the warmth of your sweet love.
Tonight, thinking on you,
My heart is dancing the greatest dance,
Revelling, an unbridled pleasurable release,
Passionate love flowing freely in our kisses,
Smooching, swaying, in each other's embrace.
Tonight, thinking on you,
Our spirits are riding upon crazy horses,
Galloping over moonlit plains, racing the stars,
Our nakedness glistening with heady scents,
Mind, hearts and spirits, subtly joined as one.
Tonight, thinking on you.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:47 AM UTC
You know what I hate?
all of this romantic over dramatic gush,
I mean come on people I just ate.
There you are smooching and touching,
running your fingers through her hair,
and later tonight you'll probably be *******
Now don't get me wrong I have a girl,
and yeah she's kinda great..
and makes my world turn..
And the way her hair falls on her face
I just can't take it
it makes my heart race
and by the time i get home after being with her
and I'm alone in the dark
and my vision starts to blur
i think of the boy and girl and the touching,
the hugging the kissing
the feeling the *******
and i just can't help but
maybe realizing that maybe this romance thing isn't that,
frightening..
Maybe that love is actually enticing,
not something to hate but something
delighting..
So as I sit here alone in the dark,
it's twisting tendrils lulling me to sleep,
i think of her and I in a park,
hugging and kissing,
just her and me.
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
A praying mantis presides
Over and over
A congregation of fools
Assuming a God-like position,
Predicting today, predicting forever.
He preaches, the act of holiness,
The act of reality,
Where smooching is divine,
A path to miracle.
But miracles do occur
The deaf became dumb,
The dumb became deaf,
The healthy became sick,
The sick became dead,
The dead….I wonder !
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 4:13 PM UTC
No Tell Motel
Low rent rendezvous
Johnny and Darcy
Modern romance
She lived at the doctors house
With the loaded gun
Bang.
Both were going out with
Dancin' Doug
Though nobody knew
They always did their dance at noon
Poor Johnny, he always came to soon,
He was from Virginia City, Nv
A small town boy with a cosmic mind
Darcy was a runaway from Wyckoff, New Jersey, escaping her family having an adventure she had no where else to go
They all lived in the dust on
Homer Lane
A dusty dirt road
Dancin' Doug threw a benefit
No one knew what for
He scheduled bands to play
BYOB
Smoke anything tree
The moon was full
The colored lights were twinkling
Dancin' Doug saw Johnny and Darcy
smooching to
A cover of Dancing in the Dark
Maybe it was the Ecstasy
or maybe it was the whiskey
He didn't know what to feel
jealousy, great love, or greed
He took all their money
And danced on
in
the dust
at Homer Lane
Johnny and Sue
Headed on over to room 102
at The No Tell Motel
Another low rent rendezvous.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC
I saw you today.
Thought I would be okay.
But I wasn't.
Opened up to old math notes.
Your name written all over the pages.
Hearts filling up empty spaces.
I knew I'd see you in Spanish.
Awkward in there it was.
Why did we choose to sit next to each other?
I forgot how despairing it was to walk to class alone.
To have no one to hold.
Twitch at every sound of smooching.
Turn when you hear "I love you".
My hands so frigid.
My lips are deserted.
Why cant this feeling let me be?
I urn for the chance to wave hi.
To say it.
To look into your dark brown eyes.
Now I stare at you from a distance.
And I'm thinking, "Do you feel the same way too?
Do you feel so drained?
'Cause I know i do."
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 5:53 PM UTC
the first time,
it was a real smooching,
there in the rain
the passion
running down our
skin
I had just asked her out
I had just brought it to a head
everything up to that point,
the flirting,
the jokes,
the talking back
and forth for
hours,
had all been leading up
to that moment,
there in the pouring rain,
the water flowing down
the side-walks and we
couldn’t even feel our
feet
but I grabbed her,
asking what secret
she had been hiding
from me
and she wouldn’t tell me,
but she gave this little nod,
this little glare, that said
“do it now you fool”
so I did
I did and we kissed,
we kissed as the world
flooded and our friends
partied on and it was
magical
now we’re not really sure
what the future holds
we haven’t gone on a date,
yet.
but that’s what Friday’s for
that’s what the future is for
and for now,
I can deal with having
a single kiss a day
still flirting,
still shy,
still unsure
but we both know
there’s something
different
something worth smiling
about
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC
I caught a nasty dose of loneliness
I'm sure it was from the man on the train
Blowing kisses through the window to his children and partner
Whose tears trickled au revoir in the rain
Or maybe it was from the two women smooching
In the night club on the seats opposite me
They were gasping and panting, but not for breath
while pawing each other with urgency
Perhaps it was because I left my window open
On a sizzling summer night last week
Through which I heard devotions of love being shared
By a tipsy couple gaily romancing on the street.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
It was the scent of juicy, honey dew melon,
It was the golden kiss of the sun,
It was the warm summer feel
that let me know you were the one.
It was reggae basses and baritones blessing the air,
It was your lips on the back of my neck letting me know that you were there.
It was the screech of the fan
replacing the tune of the ice-cream van,
It's funny how both joy and sadness reside with that man.
It's the gentle waves smooching the edge of the tub,
those summer nights, when we gently fell in love.
T.S.
Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
You don’t want to go
With that kind of woman,
Henry’s mother said.
What kind of woman
is that? Henry asked.
The kind that offer
themselves to men
who are not their
husbands, his mother
replied, sitting back
in the soft chair by
the fireplace, joining
her fingers, forming
what she used to call
her church. Henry watched
her church form of finger
forming, his eyes sliding
over his mother’s dyed
hair, the grey streaks,
the nose, the thin red
painted lips. But isn’t
that kind of women
providing a service?
Henry asked, walking
to the window, watching
his father mowing the
lawn, sweat on the brow,
the eyes dead looking.
Service? His mother said,
her tone icy, Service?
She repeated, that’s not
service, Henry that’s sin.
S.I.N. Henry raised his
eyebrows, there was in
the pocket of his pants,
a pack of fives, unused
as yet. Oh, Henry said,
Duncan Smold had this
woman in the back of
his car, he called it hard
smooching or some such
word. Henry’s mother
eyed him closely, her eyes
narrowing. Then he sinned,
Henry, he sinned, she said,
pushing a hand through
her hair, her features going
red. Oh, right, Henry said,
I’ll tell Duncan next time
he’s in his car with some
woman in the back, that
he’s sinning, Henry turned
away, he didn’t want his
mother to see him grinning.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 2:46 AM UTC
I know I can be wrong
am not always so strong
I say "I don't care"
or "I do't have time to spare"
and I fight on the phone
even talked in higher tone,
but every second I spend alone
has brought me pain, as it's known
I crave to hear your voice
smooching,giggling and cries
baby I realize,
it's so true
I m nothing without you.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
Its exactly 1095 days ago..
When the love I knew flee from my path
The sweet rhythm turned sour
As my heart bolt out through the door
Leaving no trail to follow
A miserable me turn apart
Laying helpless with no heart
The warmth of the weather
Felt freezingly cold
And the comfort of the night
No longer suits
I could remember my dreams turning into a wild mare
And even the cool siesta
Was all itchy
My smooching pillow grew thorns
In my miserable self
In all broken mirror
Picking up my pieces in no piece
Trying to plaster the remnant of me
Just 1095 days ago
It all seems like the world will end in no good time
But in my remembrance of this days
I'd found myself lost within
The tick of it tide
And now,
The love that is sure been replaced
Is back
Knocking at the same door it bolted out
Through
Just 1095 days ago
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:15 AM UTC
I watched you walk away a moment ago.
Quickly.
I wasn't prepared for this moment.
The loss I feel.
The trepidation beating me down, hollowing out my heart.
Scarring my existence without the softness of death.
I must suffer in this loss, weak and frail – ****** and lost.
I dropped my head for one second – only one – so that the tears may fall.
I looked back to where you were but you were gone. I wasn’t ready for you to be gone. You had hurriedly turned a corner, dodged into a building and left me on the sidewalk, crumpled and distressed.
That I know of, you did not turn around to see me one last time. Perhaps your “one last time” look came when you said you didn't love me any longer and you walked away.
So easily they fell – those words – “I don’t love you anymore.” Yes, you said “anymore” not “any longer.”
When did that happen? So that I may know, please? When did I do something? When didn't I do something?
Please let it be something because I can’t live with it if the reason was simply that I was just being me. To think that being myself, the only person I know to be, could have driven you away. (Into the arms of another!)
Oh, is it that?! Someone else? I truly have lost – to someone who has no face, at least not to me. To you, it may be the most beautiful face you have ever seen and you can’t stop wanting to be near it, to hold that face in your gruff hands and smooching it …. Over and over and over and over.
Sans the face. Forget about it. I need to know, where did I fail? Please let me know. I fear though, you will not – let me know, that is – because you all but ran away from me, to put distance between our two hearts….mine broken, yours yearning for the face of another. The face.
There it is again. This face that I don’t know – mocking me while I sit, sobbing, on a sidewalk – holding my coat tight around me, the cold making the snot run from my nose and down my face. I shiver.
I will sit a few moments more – an hour or so, a day – longer to wait for you to come back and pick me up. You will come back, won’t you?
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
sleep crumpled,
doe eyed and snuggly,
little mr just about four, climbs up into the big old bed.
his tousled, towheaded blonde curls bouncing
and plants a smearing, smooching kiss on my lips, before climbing into the middle bit of the bed,
the bubba spot.
then bestowing the same loving brand on da's lips
and wriggling like a fish,
he makes himself....
comfortable.
king of the bed
and hums himself back
to sleep.
we look at each other,
over his nodding head
and smile.
he is the gift ,
we did not know
we wanted,
but are so very glad,
we recieved
and we marvel at him daily. this bit, of you and me and god.
we doze all three,
and the blucat beside
a knot of happiness and love,
in the big old bed.
contentment,
nestles, rich within our hearts
our minds at peace
together again.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Lively,long love-loving life,
Turns a dreaded dull daydream.
Strenght of the strong string of love life
Vanishes and vignette vile vipers.
The snippy stud snaps and snarks
After his smooching snare you slipped
Lurve life turns longeurs.
Bleak ,black and blinding strife
Leaps in and heaps havoc,
You hassock and hassle
But bed-burning coal you heaped.
And the time has come
For payment to be made.
A nugatory,now you are,
You will die the the death of the naughty.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
Sonya and I ate out
in some Parisian restaurant
outside in the air
at a small table
candle lit
wineglasses
menus in French
what you having?
she asked
you later I hope
I said
no now I mean to eat
she said
I scanned the menu
can't make out
what's here my French
is poor
so she told me
what was there
in her broken English
(she was a Danish dame)
I'll have the soupe au pistou
followed by that quenelle
I said
and white wine
she scanned the menu
then called
the waitress over
(a nice dame
with a nice ***
and ordered our meals
and drinks
the waitress walked off
with a neat wiggle
Sonya gazed at me
do you always watch
women so intently?
yes pretty much
all the time
I said
even when you are
with another woman?
she said
I only look and compare
I said
compare what?
she frowned
(beware of women
that frown)
how they look
and carry themselves
and hold their heads
and walk and how
their hair is and so on
I said
but you are with me
am I not enough
for you to look at?
a couple nearby smooched
his hand on her knee
of course you are
but just because
I have a beautiful Rubens
art work doesn't mean
I can't look at other artwork
I said
she watched
the couple smooching
I gazed at her
at her eyes
(lovely icy blue eyes)
her nose
her lips
her chin
how her breast
was neatly held
by her dress
their first date you think?
she said
probably is
I said
glancing at
the smooching couple
(his hand was on
her upper thigh)
Sonya sighed
why do men do that?
do what?
get all amorous
at the wrong time
Sonya said
you mean there's
a wrong time?
I said
yes it is wrong here
she said
o I see
I said
Benny this is for meals
and eating not for foreplay
she said
the waitress brought
our drinks on a tray
and put them on our table
and walked away
(neat ***
have you finished
that Russian novel
you were reading?
she asked
(changing the subject)
almost just the last chapter
I said
how's the **** book
you are reading
coming along?
she looked at me
and smiled
you will see later
she said
(I did later
in bed).
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
I need a cat, a shape shifter
Sleek in the night, stalking my toes
I need to feel in danger of the pounce
Anticipate the fluffy acupuncture assault
Then the soft recompense, the rhythmic purr
Sound of engine running in a furry chassis
Curl of warm belly around my hand,
Snugly trusting.
I want a cat, a ballet dancer
Graceful gymnast, lissome acrobat
How the hell did she get way up there?
And she’s so pleased with herself.
Twinkling cabochon peridot eyes
Ancestral spirit homes, divining the future
Seeing worlds to which my dull human sight
Remains insensible.
I long for the feline trip-me-up
The periscope tail strutting around
The up yours attitude, possessive head ****
Tail in my face, weaving round ankles
**** plonked on the page I’m reading
Voice of a cranky, unmelodic angel
The regal pride at the table trespass
Gifted bug at my feet.
I need a cat with a jealous streak
Wise to my other feline indiscretions
The accusatory looks, and petulant shunning
I need to plead for mercy, to reassure
To bestow the favourite treat as consolation
I want the day long cuddle that follows
Punctuated by tiny acts of punishment
Put in my place.
I miss the chaos and the havoc
The ritual corruption of the Christmas tree
Random bursts of ecstatic craziness
Thunderous houseruns in the wee hours
I need the smooching when I’m melancholy
The comfort of determined, kneading paws
The little upturned face searching mine, in
Uncanny empathy.
I need the kitty litter, and the up chuck
The inelegant realities, however gross
Little things that bond two simpatico souls
Aren’t always so glamourous
I need the mythic vision and the everyday plain
Extraordinary archetype and simply dear kitty
Faerytale heroics, **** In Boots, “Memory”,
Alleycat blues.
I’m a cat lady in the making
A cat lady-in-waiting
I need a cat
I need a cat
I need a cat.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
I could live here
Dalya said
if I could
that is
if I didn't already
have a job
and place to live
but yes
I fancy it here
we were in Oslo
and had returned
to base camp
yes that cafe
was good
and Oslo
is my kind
of place too
I said
I’m going
for a shower
she said
see you later
at the bar
and if the Yank dame
is off some place
we can get down
to it
if not
then not
I watched her go
with a big towel
over her shoulder
and a wash bag
swinging
at her side
she had a nice ***
I liked the way
she moved it
side to side
as she walked off
to the shower block
I sat in the entrance
of my tent
and opened
a can of beer
and sipped and smoked
I looked at the late
afternoon sky
thinking of that night
in Stockholm
when the Yank dame
had gone walk about
with some German guy
and Dalya and I
(after a drinking session
and smooching game)
settled into her tent
and while rock music
blasted from
the base camp speakers
and laughs and yells
and shouts
from crowds
that went by
we made love hotly
beneath a dark
Swedish sky.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 4:07 PM UTC
smooching cotton clouds
soars higher as burners roar
reaching wondrous heights
— Marsh
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
I wake up and look out of the window,
Breathe some fresh air and embrace the morning glow..
In a balcony opposite to my flat,
I see a girl skimpily clad..
She maneuvers her hair to the right,
And gazes at the street with such serenity in her eyes..
Suddenly a man comes and hugs her from behind,
She is shocked, she laughs, she kisses, she smiles..
I reach my office, and what do I see,
An official flirting with another right in front of me..
The natural forces make me hear every word they speak,
I don't wish to hear such things, when not meant for me..
She sits on top of a table,
As their hands entwine..
Their lips are at striking distance,
Seems like some **** about to unwind..
After an exhausting day, I desperately need some peace,
I go to a park and my thoughts break the leash..
I see kids playing with their parents,
As happy as they should be..
And then just nearby I see something,
That just keeps chasing me..
A couple smooching behind a
Not so secluded tree..
I know I am gonna be alone,
I am making peace with me..
May be it is better this way,
To be independent and free..
O' lover, not everyone is as lucky,
As you are and will be..
But you won't bother understanding,
Because you are no more one like me..
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC
For the first time when I saw you
You were gossiping and giggling with your friends which I assumed them to be
Second I saw you being pinched in your naval by one of our classmates
After a year or so we had a good bond
When I saw you smooching that very guy
It felt a little bad , but still hadn't an issue
Days went then weeks and months
That giggle, your behavior had changed a bit
We had exchanged our cell no's
Had been talking late night
You're the one who gifted me something for the first time in a long
We had started altering our schedules with each other's priorities
It went for few months when
I decided to break the ice between our friendship-cum-love
I proposed you on the day of our board exam
You didn't replied for days ,just to say
BK I do love you BUT......
And that was it . At least from your side
You never called again nor did I
Friends made fun of mine when I cried
Just cause I'm a boy and boys don't cry
It's been 2 years now
I still go through our conversations,
Your pictures and every moment I could remember .....
Just to remind myself that how cheated I'd been
Never to fall in that situation again
Weather it was my "pious love" or " you attracting beauty that lead me to have a infatuation towards you"
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC