Why Don't You Kiss Me!

Words always matter an awful lot to me
For without words, there's no meaning, to life as I see
I need words to express, I need words to see
I visualise words in colour, and you're the colour of my firmament

With the sun within it, that sphere that keeps me warm,
That colour of corn that keeps us, in contentment,
A nice bright sunny day, to keep the blues away
But my darling I need words, words that come from you

Words that I impel deeply in the regions of my mind
Words your words, as I arch my back like a contented cat satisfied.
Except there's no real satisfaction, its only imagination
As I claw out and scream out your name, deep from the core of my being.

Screaming out for you, but you my love care not you know
So long as your satisfied, leaving me in the mire of my thoughts
which are never realised, except in my mind I scream out for release
So why my darling, why don't you kiss, kiss me!

Like that very first time, we clashed like titans
Our mind our blood's on fire, with this desire, within us this wanting
That indistinguishable fire that permeated our beings
Transcending into a mire of lust...so why my love why don't you kiss, kiss me

You see my love, I remember, I remember everything
That's been set in the regions of my mind my heart, my soul
So now like a none existing being I cry out, why don't you kiss, kiss me, anymore
Like you used to my darling, Are you punishing me?

And I transcending, transcending, into immorality in my mind don't you see
This can not be just one sided, you've got to give something in return
Remember my love when we first saw each other,
You had that camera in my face all of the time

Must say you still do, when am lying down taking in the sun
You candidly photograph every angle of me
Saying your a beautiful woman still, as I cringe lying there
That camera focusing on me,

Now am passed my sale, of by date, not a pretty sight to see,
Please please go away, take that camera with you
For my body's not what it used to be!  You're still beautiful,
Far, far from most says he...so why my love why don't you kiss, kiss me

Just stand still...for I am looking at you...camera in hand once again.  
What am I to do!!
                               
                                By Connie James