Somewhere
there
between
her lips
where laughter
escapes
and words
blurt out
(most inappropriately)
there lies
a kiss
in waiting.
Eyes diverting
cheeks blushing
teeth biting
her bottom lip
trying
to stifle
the urge
to flight
(not fight).
Oh, it’s no use
the kiss
is spooked
and quickly
retreats
into the abyss
of witty banter
and nervous laughter
disappointed
with itself.
How is it
these lips
obviously
so full
of themselves
and noise
can tolerate
and give refuge to
such a
scared
timid
reluctant
kiss?
~ smj
You Shouldn’t Kiss Me Like This, by Toby Keith