Never Just a Kiss

by Andrea Cladis 2 years ago in love poems

His Fine Moxie, His Subtle Charm...

Never Just a Kiss

NEVER JUST A KISS

Like the silken wetness of

sugared iced tea

to break the humid monotony on a sticky

August day.

My face awakened to him.

Falling into his eyes,

the mint leaf from my tea

held onto my upper lip, leaving its

fusion with the cubed ice in my glass.

Cinnamon brown hair upright on his well-groomed head.

His dimples exuded a fine moxie.

I met him on a plane, not once, but three times in two years.

His teenage suave invited me to fall for his

Less-than-chivalrous charm.

I sipped sweetly tempered tea.

I was too old to be his lover,

But he wasn’t too young to be mine.

His voice not quite past pubescence

carefree lyrics whistled from his

wonder-filled lips,

“Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Barefoot in the grass, listening to our favorite song.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath, Darling, you look perfect tonight.”

Unreachable atoms of energy within him

I wanted to settle into his

Yet unsunken chest,

Endlessly.

On my last flight to Chicago this year

I dreamt that he kissed me.

When I woke it felt like the mint leaf was pressed against my lips,

firmly stopping my tongue,

but I found his lips were holding mine.

I pulled away.

“It’s just a kiss,” he said as I hastily clutched my bags.

His smile still finds me,

His dimples I remember.

“No,” I said to the lips I will not have again.

“It’s never just a kiss.”

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Andrea Cladis

Andrea Cladis, MFA is a former high school English teacher who works as a spunky fitness professional and freelance writing consultant. Check out her books, speaking events, and poetry/prose publications on her website. www.andreacladis.com

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