NEPHART.COM

She asked him…

how much do you love me?

He said,

infinity…

and beyond.

And the kisses continued.

Not on lips.

In the air.

She grabbed all she could,

clumsy, greedy, smiling,

and pressed them into her heart.

But some escaped.

They landed

on the cheeks of women

walking down the street.

They blushed.

Stopped.

Looked around.

Who touched me?

An old lady chuckled.

Something warm

remembered her chest.

Two lads rubbed their cheeks,

checked themselves

in a car mirror.

They tried to scrub them off.

Too dangerous.

Can’t take kisses home.

Doubt ruins dinner.

Some kisses rested on birds.

The birds felt a poke,

chirped their lungs out,

and flew back to the nest

as if love had teeth.

A few landed

on the window

on top of the double-decker bus.

Dusty glass.

Perfect canvas.

People stared up.

Who climbed that high?

Maybe a naughty driver,

imagining a beautiful passenger,

confessing love

without saying a word.

There’s a rumour

the kisses are still flying.

Hope you caught one.

I’m already smiling

here.