Her Lips

I can remember the kid,

So scared of the first kiss,

Confused and excited;

I can remember the young man,

He learned,

He stole the kiss, many of them;

I can remember them,

As it was yesterday

And now it feels like time is running out;

Still, when I kiss…

Time is vanished.

That's why I get lost some nights

And write from others bed,

Longing at least,

To get trapped there, forever, in a kiss.

But as always it won't happen, 

Not tonight, not ever,

Heart has flied, theirs are never here, 

We just enjoy,

Home awaits

And a poem needs to be shared.

It's so cold again and it's not the weather… 

or maybe it is, who knows…

Maybe I just long for your unknown lips.