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Not having pressed our lips together,
we still used them incessantly
chatting-up ideas, laughing at friends’
Foibles, but not us, not together.
We shook things up, two movers, backing
away from each other, Shaking
Off the attraction drawing us
to each other, so we laughed because
what else could happen between us?
She waved, waddled off like Chaplin.
Then something slipped from her hand—
a silver glint, a magic moment?
I followed because I had to know.
I found the kiss so sweet to my eyes,
Picked it up, peeled off the tin-foil,
(ignoring all my Mama's advice
On love and food) and pressed it past my lips
where I could catch it's scent as it melted
On my tongue while I pondered
the last vestiges of my heart's illusions.
Very sad but beautiful