Wicked Thoughts Poem by Ian Keenan

Never having kissed you,
I know I wouldn't like it,

And never having touched your skin,
Or placed my head in the small of your back,
Or held a buttercup beneath your chin,
I know I wouldn't like it.

The stars are out tonight,
My cat prowling the garden,
And above the moon waits,
Hope washing across her face
With the sun's turning,

While below the water races fast
In the tide's ebb and rising,

Your saltiness imagined on my tongue.