Throw Me a Kiss

Throw me a kiss

Oh, throw me a kiss for god sakes
as I have been waiting so long.
It is taking too long
and drooling and dreaming are no more fun.
Shall I stand on one leg
or jump in circles?
Shall I pant and howl or stand on my head?
You shake yours.
Well, help me then and tell me
what your capricious heart wants from me.
I can think of no more.

A kiss is not hard to do and does not take long.
It might even be of joy to you and not of labour.
Oh, labour it might be as a kiss is being born.
I will gladly help thee with this birth
and assist thee in this task
thou takes so long to consider.
A kiss is being made!

What? No kiss has come to me?
Oh, perhaps thou needs the right scenery!
Well, shall we light some candles
and have some wine?
Shall we dim the lights
and play some sweet music?
Which perfume is of thy wish
and will kill the will to resist me?
Maybe I should try with words:
“Does thou not see I am thy Romeo
and would die for thee and breathe my last breath for thee?”

Does thou not faint at my charms
that await thee?
Are thou not impatient
and does not every thought but this kiss leave thee?
Does thou not hear my heart beat?
My poor heart, it beats so loud my chest hurts!
Still no kiss has been made to me.
What must I do? Who must I be?

Let me tell you more about kisses then!
Some are short and lips barely touch.
Some are long and long awaited.
Some are quick and hasty and one does not think of them.
In some you get lost, moving the soul at its core.
Some are dry and quite decent.
Some are wet and quite improper.
In some you want yourself,
I some you want the other.
Must we decide what kind of kiss before?
Before the kiss takes place, I mean,
as this is, so it seems, quite an event.
I must prepare for this kiss
and savor this great moment.
I will kneel and close my eyes to receive this kiss…

Oh wait! Before we kiss…
I must tell thee…
that I am a common man
and cannot promise I shall not want thee.
One kiss does ask for another.
Can I have two kisses then?
Right before my lips she stopped
and was angered by my unreasonable proposal.
Two was too much to ask
and away from me she went.
And I call after her:
“Oh, kiss me Kate
before I burn up in my own desire
and there will be nothing left of me and nothing left to kiss thee!”
She turned and threw me a look for an answer,
a look that stopped all hope for a kiss.

Oh, farewell, dear princess, but do hurry!
Thy prince must go on with his work and on his white horse.
All this talk of kisses has gotten me quite focused.
I must get drunk now and dream of this kiss.
I must go run after this kiss
that like a butterfly keeps running away from me.
I must go find someone else to kiss
if thou does not want me.

—Lys Poet