Kiss me on my foot,
I’ve walked so many miles.
Kiss me on my lips.
I’ve forced so many smiles.
Kiss me on my belly.
I have no baby there.
I want to be yours like in a poem by Shelley.
I want to care.
Kiss me on my face,
Between my mouth and nose,
A soft, whispering kiss;
I want one of those.
Kiss me on my hands.
They will not care if you do.
They work all the time,
And vacations are few.
Kiss me on my thoughts.
I have a million thoughts,
More thoughts than you have kisses.
I thought when the love god shoots his shaft
Sometimes he misses.
