Beyond a mere greeting
What's the significance of three seconds?
Is it the difference between a mere greeting and a lingering whisp of love?
Just on the cusp of craving but stopping before the depth of passion is met?
It's a poem of a thousand words,
each second, a stanza of infatuation growing greater.
It's the beating of my heart - from elephant to humming bird.
It's a light rain quickly changing into a tumultuous torrent
with just the gentle pressure of your lips on mine.
Does it really make much difference?
Just two seconds to three?
Well why don't you damn well kiss me then,
and maybe you will see!