In this barroom, <br />They serve shots of despair <br />For alienated patrons to drink <br />And add further misery <br />To their laundry list of cares. <br /> <br />In August, <br />A man can be a hero <br />To his wife and child. <br />In September, <br />Sweeping their footsteps <br />From off the verandah. <br /> <br />In this life, <br />Tenderness is rare <br />Like an exotic African bird <br />Preserved in photography <br />In a coffee table book. <br /> <br />Next time I kiss a woman, <br />I’ll taste her breath <br />Slowly and sweetly, <br />Linger in her eyes <br />For eternity <br />Before I make my exit <br />And retreat into the shadows <br />Of another prolonged exile.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/next-time-i-kiss-a-woman/
