Henry And That Kind Of Kissing Poem by Terry Collett

Women kissing each other
on cheeks the friends
meeting for coffee kind

not the passionate
let's get to bed
and kiss

and indulge kind
but Henry wishes
the women at the coffee bar

were of that kind
just to break the boringness
of the day

just so he can get through
the hour without
the boring chitchat

of others around
on who was doing
what to whom

and who has just had
their kids in the right
kind of school

or whose husband
has made the grade
for body climbing

back stabbing promotion
oh if only
Henry thinks

that the dames
could embrace
and undress

and get down
to the woman to woman thing
right here

in the coffee bar
and he'd promise
he'd not spill a dropp

of his latte
or faint
or look away.