Your kiss
thrown to
the four winds
didn't take into account
North Easterly gales
and so blown
off course
it setteld
on some other lucky so & so
who was
not me
another he
uplifted by your kiss
and wearing it
proudly
between cheek and lip
his heart
set dancing
for reasons
unknown to him
whilst I languish here
kissless...alas...kissless!
Aww poor Donall. You'd better stand in the slipstream next time then! ! HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
:) I sent you a kiss via air, alas The wind was not In your direction! It blew it far away from here another cheek became a promised landing pier... :)