Kiss me in daylight
neath June’s lying skies.
Our flesh is still young yet
but won’t be for long,
think back to our misplaced and lost loving song.
It’s faint as a fox kiss,
yet there nonetheless,
I dare you to hear it
with ears that submit.
And if that melody, old but new
should take firm hold inside of you,
come find me where the cherries grew.
I’ll be there with a kiss for you.