Poetry, Decembering, The Key in the Door and other poems

Kissing 3

Well, I liked him well enough, enjoyed

his company occasionally, but that was all.

No passion, no desire. ‘I’d really like to see

you again’ he said. I thought of five reasons

to explain how difficult this was and tried

to slip away but he caught my arm, turned

me round and kissed my lips. His breath was

bad, sour. I ask you! Six reasons now for

not meeting you again.