Kiss on the Bottom

Around this way it has been lazy days when not running in the rain
you have soaked through your navy corduroys
strangled bangs hang wet over your forehead
and you love that person who blew kisses on your bottom
you think about the past over a cup of tea and falling leaves
baby blue eyes cry with the sadness of cracked window panes
with soul pains coming out of dirty clothes hampers
so you get out and make your way with haste
but the bicycle with a flat tire stumbles over the pebbles
on the gravel road that takes you away from people and ends at the cliff
this would be okay if you weren’t so lonely to begin with
at least your are out of the bedroom with the pictures you want to make real
that one bottom blown kiss feels like the only pleasure you will ever have
there is no way to go back in time to free your mind
when it was actually happening in a way out of your control
the bike goes unsteady and slow even downhill
at the cliff over the sea you sneeze in the breeze and wipe it on your sleeve
the rain starts again and the tire is flat and the stony road is now uphill
so you stand staring at the sea very still and all alone
wishing for another kiss on your bottom
and you wonder who will get it in the end