I could have kissed you

under a singing moon

with sky dust

and smiling stars

when the whole world

was a sleep.

I could have kissed you

in a quiet forrest

under an acient oak

and the leaves at our feet

would dance with us.

I could have kissed you

somewhere on the ocean

where the wind would

remember our every word

and never speak again.

Instead I kissed you

in an alley, a little drunk,

tasting like cigarettes

at 2 A.M with butterflies

around my head

because, honestly, how could I not?