Kiss And Tell

I'm sorry that I had to kiss you as I did last night. It wasn't fair to you. It definitely wasn't fair to him, and my indulgence has made it fair to brand me the hypocrite I've been.

I kissed you for three reasons:

First; because I love and adore you, nature and animal instinct had locked me in.

Second; because being so close to you without tasting your sweet lips is a torture I'm sure no mortal man could resist, regardless of his many moral disciplines.

Third; because in a selfish act of my own I needed to know the secrets only a passionate kiss can conceal or reveal, things one-thousand words placed neatly in order could never show.

I know now the secret is that you can't love me the same as I do you. Or at least the way I need to be, so that I can believe that the love I feel on my side is true.

So you must be the stronger of the two and set me free so both of us can land back softly on the firm harsh ground of our separate realities.

So my broken heart can grieve and mend. So that I can continue my relentless quest for a love that may, or may never come to pass again. And so you can return to learning about life and its many romantic curiosities.

My heart is as wide as the open skies, and like everyone I've loved in my life, you too will always have a special place reserved inside.

Our passion was only smoke, lacking the hearth where a fire should be. Another false alarm in my hellish love life of coulda, shoulda-been's and wanna be's.

But my siren never tires, the watchmen always vigilant to spot the woman who might throw the next spark, a fire, an inferno possibly.

Maybe that heart on fire will be the one I can rescue and finally my soul will be saved from all this mud and water.

This place where we've been and I feared was my end, will somehow clear the ground and be the foundation to a fresh start for me...