It was not much of a kiss,
a peck on the cheek in broad daylight
back where she had parked her car,
where banks converge on three corners,
a music store, a five and dime,
a lottery shop and a
bus stop,
though on Sunday
devoid of life,
no one to witness the affair,
I felt disappointed
No more than what
A brother might give a sister,
A mother, a son,
Staring after her in the fumes
As her car pulled away.
All those midnight interludes
Imagined passionate embraces,
The cheek to cheek
Chest to help
Loins throbbing at first touch,
I felt stupid, and stumbled back
To sit in my car,
Shivering,
A sad kiss for a sad man
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