I have never felt so un-kissed before
My wish perished,
Should I even be wanting this?
What do I want?
All I want is a kiss.
Why is this so important now?
So close our skin
A space between, a wall of light years within
Your hand on my knee
This is one, this is me
I breathe in your scent as you sit close by
One inch is all it takes, but you say: are we done and I call back the troops
They hang their heads and recline
Fall back! Fall back!
So I polish my armour, and prepare the guns
I wait for the right momentum
Armed and ready soldiers in their tents throwing tantrums
I tell them: sit back, enjoy the sun
Because soon the un-kissing will be un-done.