The Journey Inward

Strolling down a quaint street
In a quaint town,
I spot a kissing booth
On the sidewalk.
Knowing he would oblige,
I push him toward it.
He hops inside
And his eyes shift up to the right,
Feigning shyness and embarrassment,
(When I know that's almost impossible-
He'll do anything for a laugh).
I step up and ask for a kiss.
He leans forward
And I catch him by surprise,
Landing one loudly on his cheek.
His smile is school boy sweet.
Then I pull him out
And plant one right on his lips.
"Only your kisses," he reassures.
We walk off arm in arm,
As the passing teens groan,
And roll their eyes in disgust.

Photo:  Frenchtown, NJ.  3.3.24 by LA