And So I Kiss You.A Poem by John Alexander McFadyenAnd So I Kiss You. You behaved like a child, moody, mardy and petulant. You tried to win me over, as a child does, making faces, acting cute. You knew you were in the wrong, that you had upset me and that my serious nature, filled with logic and shapes, left me feeling let down. But you, gentle creature, could not apologise, face the certainty of facts. No it is hard to be me, cutting my own wrists. Another myth to fit with your fairy tales, your fantasies that life has to be without stain. We argue this point, you and me but that is just you in my eyes; simply a beautiful soul who wants so hard to believe in ethereal creatures; to hold on to the safety and the innocence of childhood. I watch as you walk slowly to me, trying to lighten my mood as you gaze doe like up into my eyes as if to penetrate my soul and inject the ink of guilt straight into my heart. But I know you oh so well and I love you to my own distraction, so as you slide your hand across my chest I let myself melt into you. As you nuzzle my cheek, and stand on tip toes to kiss my mouth I relax and flow with you. Then I push away your entreats, playfully, as if to say “Oh no you don’t, you can’t win so easily.” You feel these spats destructive, whereas I just see the ebb and flow of living close to your injured breast; and I treasure each and every moment. I frown at you one last time then fall into your pleading eyes in gratitude for the existence of your juvenile, soft spirit. “Come here.” you command me. “Shhhhhhh!....don’t argue….” you whisper in husky triumph. “Come here, come, come kiss me.” And I do.
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3 Reviews Added on July 9, 2014 Last Updated on July 9, 2014 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |

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