Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Passion's Kiss #415

Passion's Kiss

a sunset ushers in the moon
as love shines in the stars
and windshield wiper wipes away
the headlights of what cars
do dance upon the silver streaks
that Windex left behind
where coiled trails on mounds like braille
across the bay do wind
and, turning from my passion's friend
who left behind her kiss,
I said there must be One above
who instrumented this.