To a foolish consort from careless times

I kissed you in the dark.

Or, let us record our affidavit truthfully:
We messed our kiss that night.

For my lips chanced upon your upturned nostrils &
My tongue picked at caked mucus amidst our startled breathing,
One awkwardness leading to the other, and, We
Propagated illicit seeds in your fallow garden.

Dead beat conception!

Now please,
Stop howling baby-milk-bread-and-me lamentations
For we are best striving to wipe away the lingering taste of our mucus kiss –
Disgusting still –
From that clumsy night.

Of yesterdventures.



One response to this post.

  1. Posted by patrick ochieng onyango on September 23, 2014 at 08:40

    did i leave my contact?
    nine months later?
    for it was a sightless night…


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