save a kiss for me
in your stories of rambling nights
and amorous mythology
you don't have to share
that kiss
in that story
that exists on a whim
keep it in your pocket, like a quarter
you have for a call to get you home
some night
hide it behind a devilish smile
that spoons in ice cream
topped with bananas and chocolate
on a flame enhanced night
before that gas burning machine
save a delirious little smooch for that moment
when all moments hangs past trepidation