I think she must believe I am a dick.

I think she must believe I am a dick.

If I had a silver bullet

I would put it on a chain

And keep it

Around my neck

Never take it off again

It will be the only one

I will ever have made

As a symbol

Of the love we shared

Dreams we dared

To make true

When from the start

We were shot

Through the heart

By a silver bullet

With our names on it.

A kiss is not a kiss

If it is left on the lips

To be wiped away

By the back of a hand

A breath of wind

Has greater impact

Than a thorn

From a single rose

Plucked from a flower

Sellers basket

At a junction

On the North Circular

To be presented

At the table as

A grand gesture

On a first date

That will go nowhere

Without

The tingle of a first kiss

Causing chaos

To the order

Of predictable

Patterns of behaviour

When breathing

Stops

Being automatic

Actions are randomised

Conscious acts

Are replayed

In a different order

Until restart

Time without mind

When realisation

Catches up

With unaccountable

Euphoria

A kiss is not a kiss

Until there is connection

From the outside...

In.