Away from the night <br />Everyone moves across the street <br />To be together, far from, <br />They are attracted to the light <br />And the music the flesh makes <br />As it dies <br />Traveling away from home <br />A cross to where I have no eyes, intersecting without hope <br />And I can not see where she is, gone, <br />The thing that never was between us <br />And the flowers in the gutter leading <br />To the sea- before the sun rises, <br />The thing that never was dissolves and goes away <br />In tiny fragments before the sun <br />And her kiss imagined, always felt, <br />But never, <br />All the pleasures of the system, petals budding <br />From the glowing stems, <br />Like lines on a road, <br />The conduits of rushing people, <br />Discarding me <br />And I am roadkill lying dead beside <br />Her bed (as they make some kind of attempt at love) <br />And forgotten on her neck, a broken gem, <br />Once priceless- now trash- <br />In the shadows beside where all <br />The lives move <br />Dances to the lights and forgets <br />Neighborhoods drunken and empty, abandoned museums, <br />And the life flipping over in mausoleums <br />Pages in a book read but <br />Not understood, a bed of transgressions <br />And falsehoods made-up to hide the stains <br />Like the nights coming on attracting the <br />Insects calling our humanity, a god of weekends, <br />And spirits past, <br />Forgetting to resist the temptation, <br />Where my wrist lays open and waiting <br /> <br />For a kiss.<br /><br />Robert Rorabeck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-a-kiss/
