Kissing

Peace is all I need

The sea
The sea
Still life
Still life
On the beach
On the beach

Peace from artificial social ways

I hate kissing because it’s meaningless

Like Mcdonald‘s burgers

And sentimental cards.

It’s a right men feel they have.

Like toddlers want French fries

And pink milk.

I think men don’t know how  intrusive

Their smell is and their flesh

To someone who doesn’t love them.

 

 

And social kissing is so false.

When people gripe and snipe

When you’re not there.

So we’ll have to invent some new ways 

Some new designs.

New patterns of behaviour.

Or do I have to wear a plaque

Trespassers will be persecuted

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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