A Kiss On Vj Day

"Times Square was magnet to rejoicing hearts, as mine was on that day the victors came. With roses, red, as were perhaps, my cheeks, I vowed each bloom for every home-come valiant there I'd see." "I see her still despite the sixty years, a taintless angel clutching there a bunch of roses, red, as were her lips, a pair of magnets that had drawn me close and closer yet, and in a flash, the kiss." "The kiss, a flash of light, and all from senses blotted out, save for warm, tender lips on mine, my body backward bent in sweet surrender held by arms, the scent of roses crushed between our breasts." "Our breasts thus pressed, the roses in between; how long did we remain thus still in time? For but a span of breath commingled, held? A moment's measure of twined heartbeats kept in trance?" "In swooning trance, then rudely snapped out from by surging mass, rejoicing river crowd, there wrenching him away, and me, still stunned, forgetting there to hand him but a single, breast-pressed rose." "A single rose, if but to press to lips, or in between the pages of a book held dear, a keepsake from an angel kissed but with no name to call in sleep-failed nights, for failing there to even give my name." "My name, I wish I had the sense there but to whisper to his ear then yet so close. Perhaps, it would have been the key to worlds away from lonely wards and wakeful nights with just the sick with me." "With me is but the memory of lips, their warmth the years have deftly dimmed; that kiss, a quick-eyed lens man stilled, now wrought a lifelike replica of vanished time, one budding love rose crushed by fickle fate."