We kiss, we kiss, <br />deep <br />in the heart of London, <br />deep <br />underneath Piccadilly Circus. <br />Doubly far above us, <br />Cupid poses, silly boy, <br />his arrow quite irrelevant <br />to the love we share. <br /> <br />We kiss, we kiss, <br />under Piccadilly there. <br />Gentle, longing kisses <br />without pain, for we’re aware <br />while trains will carry us our separate ways, <br />through tiled ratrun tunnels, <br />our minds and bodies never do forget <br />or lose the loving memories of touch <br />that we have planted each on each, <br />until this parting’s in our past.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-d-nall-parting/
