Kissed And Missed
In the garden of lost girlfriends she would be queen.
Under a sky of remembered kisses
and with asteroids in her eyes
flying back from the beginning of everything
with the secrets of the stars.
She'll never be old,
looking for love in the corners
of her husband's actions.
There is royalty in the way she moves
she makes of me a king,
a heart and soul for romance
and a body built for sin.
The world has given her its fingers
in the crystal way she thinks,
like the scarring moon in a pure sky
in the worlds where people live.
She is a dream of herself
more real than the rocks and the trees;
when she lets herself be kissed and missed
there is nothing more real for me.
DH ([email protected])