I still can feel the kiss of your warm lips
Upon my hair, and the strength of all your coos.
Yes, I believed your whispered “I love you”
For then I’d only taken love in sips.
I know to ask now how you could have known
And loved me so when all the papered walls
That catch my self were flat in the spacious hall
Of my mind and I was just some flesh and bone–
For now I’ve gulped down many different drinks;
I’ve curled up in the cobwebbed corners of
Some friends’ dark minds and still completely loved
Them – through their quirks we’ll be forever linked.
Those kisses were for what you wanted to see;
You loved the image and idea, not me.