"Too many kisses,"
he said.
"How soon you forget
the time alone,"
I replied.
But he was in love with beginnings,
while I needed far horizons.
"Too many kisses,"
he grumbled.
And soon there were
no kisses at all.
for Carrie's prompt at The Sunday Muse
Too many kisses! Perhaps she is trying to change him into a handsome prince, rather tha a king.
ReplyDeleteToo many kisses...never too many kisses! But those far horizons do beckon, don't they?
ReplyDeleteHe was addicted to beginnings, but I needed the security of a promise he could not give, my eyes were on the long-term, he was "keeping his options open". LOL. I released him to his three other "options". He has resulted in a couple of funny ironic poems however.
DeleteThis a new favorite for me of your beautiful poetry Sherry! Such a deep lesson in tbe conversation here! I love this!
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent! From too many to none. For some reason I was suddenly reminded of Aslan and Lucy from the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.
ReplyDeleteBeing in love with only beginnings limits what you have.
ReplyDeleteYou can never have enough kisses, love this Sherry.
ReplyDeleteYes Sherry, that is the sad arc of too many relatinships. Excellent!
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