Treasure Island

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

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It pays not to do the crime even in your mind.

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  • Ed Nigma (7/21/2014 7:46:00 AM)

    I couldn't agree with the poets notes any more than I do. A murderer within their mind and heart is a murderer that just hasn't been caught. It's safe to say that all crimes committed take place within the mind & heart always before they are actually acted out. Which is why YODA says to be ever mindful of your thoughts. All of that aside I liked the sheer humor towards the end of the poem and the lesson within the notes. Well said Geoffrey, well said! (Report) Reply

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