Kissless
If losing his ability to
walk well
and talk clearly weren’t
bad enough,
since his strokes, my
husband
lost some control of
emotions.
He cries when touched
by sermon or song
and giggles and laughs
when he’s delighted.
So when I kiss him,
he fairly explodes
and spits in my face
and kills the mood.
So I kiss him on his head
his ears, his neck
but not on the lips,
unless I catch him off guard
and get a quick one in.
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