You Didn’t See Me

When I saw you
I thought
Could we
Make a life
Together, Happily
We laughed
Shared the same heart
Missed each other
When apart
Not thinking
Our lips met
Reluctantly parting
And yet
I think
You didn’t see me.

~Just L (January 22, 2019)

Their Smiles Betrayed Their Reasoning

They met on a beach
Not at home but not on vacation

Talked about life, relationships, and music
Found they had much in common

Nothing at stake they were vulnerable and open
Isn’t that the way it is in the beginning?

Over the months they made plans to reunite
And did on several occasions

Super Bowl, on holiday, birthday tattoo
Made a point to connect in every season

In between, plain texts gave way to kissing emojis
Interspersed with sweetie, babe, or hun

Each time they kissed goodbye
Just a little longer lingering

Acting as if it would never work
Their smiles betrayed their reasoning

~ Just L (November 17, 2018)

Prelude to a Kiss

I glance at my phone and feel a little thrill

“Hi sweetie!” I last saw him in April

Ah yes, I was getting my birthday tattoo

“It’d be great if we could get together”

“I look forward to seeing you, too.”

***

We meet at my favorite dinner spot

I’m playing it cool, yet feeling hot

We order a truly fine Baja wine

Share risotto and crème brûlée

Flirtatious innuendos pass the time.

***

“Does this bother you?”

I read the screen and laugh, “No.”

His hand is in my waist-length hair

Sitting in the seat in front of him

I know something’s in the air.

***

Sipping whisky with the dancers

They ask me questions, I answer

I turn, ‘Hey Handsome did I mention…”

He runs his hand up my thigh

Reminds me he’s paying attention.

***

Walking into the cool night air

A little tipsy, without a care

We slip into the backseat

He leans in to grab my face

Our mouths at last meet.

~Just L (September 29, 2018)

Author’s Note: You know how I love a good kissing poem, and a good kisser.

How do you wish to be kissed?

If you know anything about me. You know I have an affinity for kissing poetry. What better way to do research than to sample a few? I announced my intention, and they lined up on cue. The first bit and was too aggressive. The second had the softest lips. Next was the darting tongue. No one wants to be kissed like a fish! As the fourth pressed in I placed my fingers on his mouth, and guided, “Like this.” The first wanted to try again. Yet, again, he missed. The fifth in line promised me a very good time. His breath reeked of turpentine, and I politely declined. Feeling discouraged I smooched six and seven. They were pleasant, falling short of heaven. Eight smelled great. Chapped lips no bueno. Nine eagerly stepped up to give it a go. I don’t know what that was, but um, no! Ten appeared promising, eyes twinkling. Gently touching my maw, breathing me in. I felt woozy, tongue-tied and frozen. And as I was about to declare it a win, you I saw. You had not been in the running at all. You approached me, then stalled. I studied your face with anticipation. “You’re doing it all wrong,” you insisted. A little put off, I resisted. You came in closer purposely crowding my space. Your right hand rose to caress my face. Simultaneously, my curiosity piqued and feeling pissed. Upper lip resting on my Cupid’s bow, you whisper breathily, “How do you wish to be kissed?”

[Your response here]

~Just L (May 12, 2018)

The Different Tyoes of Kissers There Are