The Beggar's Kiss Poem by Reshida Coba

Kiss me... kiss me
Let me kiss you
I have never kissed such a beautiful woman
O my Happy God, what is happening... I have failed to die
I feel like kissing a woman
I really feel like doing it
Please let me... let me kiss you
So that I, the beggar, can become happy

He was holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand
He was caressing the whole of it
He spoke nice words about the woman, he sang, danced
And recited verses from Hemingway... the drunkard

He watched my body with the eyes of his soul
Imploring me... Come, lean on my chest, embrace me
You know how happy you will make a man like me
I will want to live long after this kiss
I will live only for your sake... I will pray for you

In the cold, cold nights tearing apart over my eyes
I just dream of kissing a woman
A woman like you... wearing a dress ornamented with flowers, just like yours
With eyes as blue as yours, now filled with sudden tears
I also remember this silk that touches your skin
Please, let me... find you
You whom I do not know whether I have found yet

And he turned to get lost in his dance
With his heels hitting the ground so hard
His pains were the blowing winds

I opened the door slowly and entered the house
I did not want to scare his longing, his kisses
His beautiful voice that would make any woman faint

I cried and jumped on the floor of the room emptied of all furniture
I drove the air, all my kisses, and my life out
I sang, I danced, and I recited verses as drunk... as he was

My memory was shaken
I felt like I was back from a funeral
Where you did not go to honor the dead
But the one born from the previous death instead

I closed my eyes... and in that sad darkness of the night
He was still imploring me
Kiss me, kiss me...let me kiss you!