A TROUBLED KISS

By John Thomas Tuft

Careful, come quietly lest you wake the beast

A troubled kiss can put your soul within reach

Tiptoe past the sleeping lions at the hearth

A troubled heart longs to be pierced by love’s sparth.

Four and twenty sixpence buys a lady’s pose

For a portrait of her smiling, holding the rose

With a smile that promises pleasure amiss

I will forfeit all treasure for just a troubled kiss.

The captain is calling  me back to the sea soon

Leaving on the tide, sails furled till the winds swoon

But as my journey resumes I do promise you this

Dragons I’ll slay, treasure I’ll plunder, all for a troubled kiss.