No Kiss

To put this vaguely,
these strictures may be slurped.

The nice one sashayed in
and burped something sinister in my ear.

Seemed to think that we were near death,
but hadn’t the white lights to prove it.

After too many mistakes,
these kinds of experience weigh

heavily, but friendly. Indeed,
at times, it seems no kiss is sufficient.

But we can blow our way out of this one,
if only just this once,

take to the skies with our inflatable bones
rubbing against our mutual interior.

The insights we’ll gain may be only temporary.
But the flights-of-fancy they provide

will be branded permanently
upon the clouds.

-r. miller

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