Tuesday, August 26, 2008

To Taste Your Kiss

I'm drinking beer again.
it leaves a foul feel
to my mouth
I've never liked it much.

But that night we sat
and spoke philosophy
you were drinking beer.
It's all you ever drank.

Then a moment I saw
coming though I tried
to act surprised, was
then your kiss I tasted.

Sweet and unpretentious
yet full of games and mischief
and overlaid, I must say,
with the bitter bite of beer.

And so I drink to remember,
and just as much to forget,
your smoky drawl and bitter lips
but most of all, to taste your kiss.

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