Note Three

Note Three

Draft 2

By: Chase L. Currie

 

Kiss me once -

And ask,

“Are we going to make it,

To the stars?”

 

Kiss me twice -

To rinse

                The Blues

                From my bones

As I hold the dream of

                You,

In the smoky Club,

With hints of smooth love.

 

Kiss me once again -

“To the stars?”

Ah, sorry my dear,

                To the grave.