That Kiss
I want to kiss you in the bathroom of a train
I want to kiss you in an Olympic stadium
the day after the games have ended
I want to hold your hand and squeeze it a lot
and then squeeze it a little
So many thoughts but so little words
I want to kiss you without any words
so that the people in the office won’t hear
I want to crawl into a cupboard in your grandmothers house
and kiss you
I want to kiss you on the photocopier
I want to kiss you at Spur while they sing the birthday song
I want a dark wizard to turn us into an .mp3 file while we are kissing
Where to go to kiss you like I have no idea what I’m doing?
Like we are strangers but are kissing anyway
Maybe every day is meant to be this way
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