By B.K.
Date: 2017 Aug 05
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Kisses Sauerkraut and Pickles

So kill me
If I am still a hopeless romantic
Kissed and cursed
In believing in that twinge
Of passion and disbelief
That secret knock in the head
And arrow thru the heart
Keep coming to court
I am not as beguiled as I once was
But still sigh.. when he said
I have thought of you many times
Who could forget that kiss
Even after fifty years
All the girls remembered
How he could kiss
I am one of them
So kill me now
While the memories
Of passion and kisses
Still scout the universe
In search of me
And world class pickles


the fifth of august twenty seventeen