Musings by The Poet Loriet
Awkward
You kissed my hand.
I waited to see
what you would do
and your gesticulation
seemed
so out of place.
You kissed my hand,
called me your friend
and as an afterthought,
you kissed my lips,
quickly, to get it over with,
because you must have thought
I would have expectations,
but I felt your ambivalence.
You kissed my hand
with passion,
kissed my lips
with trepidation
and looked at me
after a week of
avoidance
with
much hesitation
after my
flirtation.
I understand
your
Alien Nation.
I jest.
You kissed my hand
and I had much greater
expectations.
From your confused lips,
I must vacation.
Lori Beal
I waited to see
what you would do
and your gesticulation
seemed
so out of place.
You kissed my hand,
called me your friend
and as an afterthought,
you kissed my lips,
quickly, to get it over with,
because you must have thought
I would have expectations,
but I felt your ambivalence.
You kissed my hand
with passion,
kissed my lips
with trepidation
and looked at me
after a week of
avoidance
with
much hesitation
after my
flirtation.
I understand
your
Alien Nation.
I jest.
You kissed my hand
and I had much greater
expectations.
From your confused lips,
I must vacation.
Lori Beal
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