Kiss Me Like a Stranger

Kiss me like a stranger, someone you kissed before you met

Kiss me with the danger of wine-red lips and wet

Kiss me like you lost it in the music of the night

Kiss me like you fought it because you knew it wasn’t right

Kiss me like you love me; you know I’m worth the fight

Kiss me from above me drifting from the sky

Kiss me from below me, look me in the eye

Kiss me like a stranger; kiss me like a friend

Kiss me like the danger is we’ll never kiss again

I read Gene Wilder’s autobiography by the same title and could not get that phrase out of my head. “Kiss Me Like a Stranger.” It seemed to have such a powerful allure. It stayed there until I wrote these lines. Maybe now I can set it free.

~Gene the JourneyMan