I performed ‘The Consequence of kisses at an evening celebrating ‘Who, Why & How We Are’ at The Poetry Cafe WC2.
Kisses can have consequences.
Even those, secret snatched ones
In the back of someone’s car, or cupboard.
That no-one else saw
Kisses do in fact count.
Including those wet, half biting ones
That fill your mouth with saliva…
That you’d like to forget
Or the ones, with someone’s
Girlfriend, wife, or maiden aunt.
Whilst drunk, and alone,
And provoked, at a party.
Kisses can have consequences,
Even if you have to wait 10 years
To reap the reward
Of their success or failure.
Sometimes there’s no respite,
From the jaw aching
Gut and heart wrenching
Memory of them.
No amount of concentration,
Self-control, denial or willpower
Diminishes the ramification
Of that particular kiss.
Kisses can bury down, deep
Into your subconscious.
Nestle in the marrow of your bones,
Become more you, than you are.
Kisses can be poetry of breath.
Ambrosia of the Gods.
Better than sex, or the start
Of the best sex you have ever had.
Kisses can have Consequences.