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To catch a kiss in spring

Take me back

To the fizz, whizz and

Cracking,

Of her popping candy kisses,

Caresses of a dragon,

How the smoke detector’s

Defective, defunct, and dangerously lacking,

In an ice chamber

Built for

Two.

 

Yes my lips still crave the

Burning breath of her

Beretta,

È più che perfetto!

(I’ve taught myself to say),

This pistol, plume thistle,

Please whistle me down the wind,

And I’ll hope to catch

A kiss in

Spring.

Dionaea muscipula

Femme fatale of the flowery world,

Mother Nature’s Mata Hari,

But no matter how hard you try to

Convince me she’s bad news,

I spy with my little eye

Something beginning with ‘v’…

 

Venus! Wow what a beauty!

In her harlequin jacket,

Giving me the green light,

And luckily for her I’m not one to

Beat around the bush,

No!

I wanna head straight for the good stuff!

 

‘Come in, come in!’ her carmine-coloured feelers say to

Me,

Forty-one pretty fingers,

Beckoning me over,

Bringing me closer to my dea-

 

Stop! Don’t ruin the moment!

Instead, just let me dream of her

Sticky tape lipstick,

Firebrick Pritt Stick,

Tricking me into

 

Her lair, where

Her syrupy tongue awaits,

So deliciously, inauspiciously, viciously viscous,

I love her lava, her lava I

Love.

 

But as you wouldn’t stare into the sun,

Don’t look too closely into her eyes!

XX

If you get dust in your eye

I’ll be your cold running water,

And wash all your troubles away.

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