Maybe it was meant to be
Taken differently
But when he kissed her
On the head
She knew what he meant
Maybe it should have come
As a surprise
When his lips meet hers
That night
But he laughed and said
“That’s what you get
From standing under the mistletoe”
She was from another country
Where kissing was common place
When she greeted her
It was full on the lips
And she stood there
Slightly off guard
For just a moment before
She realized what it was
All about
She’s been kissed
Ten thousand times
Kissed by strangers, friends and Lovers
She’s kissed the living and the dead
Little children and babies in bed
She kissed an old man
In a grocery aisle
A young guy in a darkened bar
She kissed away the pain
And her kisses bought heartache
She kissed with everything she had
And she kissed with just her lips
Her kisses tasted like cinnamon sugar
Coffee
Whiskey
Sweet wine
Lemonade
Chocolate candy
Maple syrup and pancakes
She left lip prints
On napkins
And glasses
Hands, necks and cheeks
On the envelopes of letters
But most of them were rubbed in
Rubbed off
Leaving only the memory
Of where when they had been
Kissed and other things had happened
💙👣 Jeanna’ Mead
8 06 a.m. 11.23.19
Jeanna' Soul 