Kiss me -- before, midnight!

An argument between lovers and my way of saying sorry.

Kiss me -- before, midnight!

 

O' how gratifying has this day been, light

         what eyes cause gentle hands to write

fondly of love--lips, I wish to kiss, before midnight

       compelled by such glamour, words i now recite

 

if only love's--sweeten lips could burn my lips

     I would sigh, breathe and speak her name

and watch with ague, as love sauntered beloved hips

    thus, before midnight--I softly weep in vain

 

as remembrances speak with such, a desireable flame

      a single day--birthed a thousand dreams

and yet, for love, i wish to do the same

    beneath the calling of the moon my heart screams

 

and though time slowly unwinds the solidity of bliss

     my ruptured heart clings, it has but one grip

one wish--to before, midnight: feel love's fervent kiss

      to complete a good day--by tasting love's lascivous lip

 

kiss me, kiss me--love, beneath this starless night

     O' what soft lips, a single kiss--cleanse

the vulgarity of a darkened heart beneath a cursive night

        what lips, love--pour'd upon flesh, rescind

 

the trail of nostalgic tears and  trembles my hand

     what heart longs to love--love, long and dear

if only i could kiss those lips, eyes would idly understand

    the fragrance of love and this curse would disappear

 

please! love kiss these lips, instill the freedom I crave

        amongst this labyrinth day, night

    let my heart by those gentle lips be saved

come sweetly love and, kiss me--before, midnight!