'Kiss Me, You Fool! ' Poem by Charlotte Ballard

When a warm hearted Boy
Breathes fresh love pass
Glinting eyes harvest
Sparkling jewels promised
Beneath frozen lashes
Promised, promised again
To wake with a wish.
“Kiss me, you fool! ”
A TV Show blasts
Spoiling the mood -
Cut from glossy playboy
Harvest of flesh and bone
Curved and hip, hair
Tucked close and secret
Flesh exposed.
“Kiss me, you fool! ”
A demand that can’t
Be filled even by the
Lustiest lover, but he
Shakes the stem, anyway.
Shuddering as he goes.