A Kiss
I could kiss you like I used to
But it wouldn't be the same
These lips wear too many battles
A teasing tongue can't win the game.
You could kiss me like you used to
But it wouldn't taste as sweet
The years have beaten the ego
An empty soulless treat.
Still we insist on existing
And playing out this game
Not dead but very nearly
A fruitless, heartless shame.
I could kiss you like I used to
But it wouldn't be the same
Your lips are like a stranger
The taste is all that remains.
Copyright © Allen Smith | Year Posted 2023
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