lovesongs for H Nr. 5

the memory still
makes me laugh (bitterly)
but once you
really thought
I would be repelled
by your spittle
(as a child might assume)

so you used to spit
some drops through
fluttering lips
snorting like a pony
whenever I leaned in
and did as I would try
to steal a kiss from you
but bouncing back
in time

I hid it well
but
all I longed for
was drinking
all the spittle
off your mouth
in a real wet kiss

instead of this
I cherished
the small drops
on my lips
that lingered
a while