Just a bit of a mess really. I'm not really expecting any responses for it, but maybe a bit of critique would be nice.
"Have fun!"
My kiss
blows
from my lips to his cheek.
Lost in the wind
and away it
flies.
Never to be received.
Running round the
corner.
To see a girl.
With tights on her head.
With tights on her head?
With tights on her head!
"Faster Faster!"
those words fade and
swirl
into the falling snow.
And trudging
trudging
to see a head.
A toothbrush head
with bristles
sticking
out of fallen snow
But where... where
is the handle?
Some things are just unexplainable
Maybe I'll never know where the handle is,
Maybe I'll never understand why the girl had tights on her head,
And maybe I'll never understand why the kiss missed the target.
