Another Kiss


In the gathering storm baggage is thrown overboard.

There is no negotiation with the wind and the rain.

Yet there are negotiators offering their services

and there are prophets rising from the shadow of falsity.

The road leads down the hill, now, toward nothingness.


Like plague pilgrims along the road leading from Milano

to a villa hidden in the arbors, pregnant with wine and song,

we look into each other's eyes; our lips are wet and eager

for another kiss, another kiss, another kiss.





Posted: Tue - June 17, 2008 at 09:29 PM