Forgotten Kiss

Tears rolled down, As I climbed up the hill. The same hill, the stones Large and brown Obstructing path As in those bygone Summer afternoons. There stood the tree, That old Plum tree, Where you tried your kisses, The first one wet with shyness, The next ones dipped with passion, And above all the last one to bid… To bid me the last good bye, The farewell from my world Of things shared Roads, Beds, Beaches, Sandwiches And the kisses That initiated From your foreheads Through the lips till They clad all your private Zones of the soul. Sometimes I would have failed To remember all these, And even forget That secret blue wound On my heart, That your kiss placed there On that blue mist of the Summer afternoon. Had I not remembered That blue sky, That plum shade, Those clouds Wandering, white clouds Crazy with what it saw Then and there Between us.