I Kissed A Frog
In the night, at the stage,
When the daughters of men
And the sons of women
Paraded their nudity and smashed bottles,
I kissed a fortunate frog
And a deep kiss it was,
As it penetrated beyond the lips,
And went further into the hollow mouth
And got swallowed in the dark unknown
The frog croaked, and chocked
With merriment, with anxiety
To swallow the fluidic saliva
To lick the soft tongue
To wallow in the warm embrace
And it croaked again,
This time louder, but still softer
Little went unnoticed, as it slipped
Its hands in the pouch and exchanged
My treasures that were quite a bargain
Swiftly the kiss began to subside
And even as it pushed me aside,
And choked my throat with its choky fluids,
I didn't know that it was sliding back into the water,
I was left standing awed at the bank,
My pockets soaking with water
And my mouth filled with sourness
Then I opened my eyes,
And, alas! The bank was clear.
In the night, at the stage,
When the daughters of men
And the sons of women
Paraded their nudity and smashed bottles,
I kissed a fortunate frog
And a deep kiss it was,
As it penetrated beyond the lips,
And went further into the hollow mouth
And got swallowed in the dark unknown
The frog croaked, and chocked
With merriment, with anxiety
To swallow the fluidic saliva
To lick the soft tongue
To wallow in the warm embrace
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poem by Eric Lungai
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