BLAND KISSES

 

Paros Grodromos, Greece.

My love,

I can no longer bear the kisses

bland as American breakfast

so I jumped 

off the train

to save your soul 

the time with you was sweet

but boredom parked in our driveway

all predictable

the kisses lacking

fires of the beginning 

have become cold ashes

the edginess and mystery gone

'cos you trimmed the hedges tight

so I jumped

 off the train

because a life with you

would have filled me 

with the longing 

of other places

other mysteries

don't look for me

don't look back

a better life

awaits you