Geoffrey Fafard


The Portuguese Kiss


Last night I dreamt that I stole a kiss
From the portuguese lady across the street
A lingering moonlit kiss it was
Sweet with the glow of village serenity
And innocent giving compassion
A kiss so pure that I could survive
On its memory alone
I awoke and smiled you know
That knowing smile
And walked straight into the garden
And onto the little road
It was then that she came at me
In her car full speed
From higher up the road
On a fateful mission
Of catastrophe
And mayhem
Her eyes full of mistrust and anger
I leapt to bare survival
And tumbled down the road
I guess she knows her God
Better than I do mine.

Submitted: Monday, July 21, 2014

Topic of this poem: traveling


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  • Freshman - 1,033 Points Noreen Carden (9/25/2014 11:41:00 AM)

    I love the humour in this poem I was so sure it was going to be a lovely sweet love story but you turned it on its head and made me smile (Report) Reply

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