standing here without even seeing it
or pretending not to and believing it
hoping she’ll walk by Observing it
and give me a kiss; oh how i’ve wished for this
a feeling of warmth that flushes to me face
if only my dream could come true in this place
this poisonous plant; i stand beneath it
Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it
but a Kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it
Early poetry from James.
James Pack 