First Kiss in a Red Omnibus

She was the perfect free verse,

and kept posing queries at him.

He was the epic from day one,

and had a rhythm and rhymed.

"One of these days I'll kiss you, 

to give those lips rest from talking." 

Said he with a naughty smile. 

One day it springed on a red omnibus. 

The night was deserting the morn.

Her's was a window seat, he sat next.

While she went on lamenting-

for being there sans his heed...

He slid his arms around her shoulder.

She stooped into him with complaints.   

His finger tips wrote a poem on her lips.

He closed in and kissed her tenderly.

On her cheeks rose a delightful dusk, 

her eyes bloomed and she saw his lips. 

It seemed a half open red frangipani bud-

with the sweetest honey dew in store.

Sliding into the seat with a coy smile, 

She opened her hair for the wind to play.

Outside, it was still dark and cold.

She saw only his eyes and curly hair.

And wondered, first kiss in an omnibus? 

But that doesn't mattered to her.

For it was like a kiss in the drizzles-

kiss in the beach and amid the blooms.

His kisses sweet was a dreamy fairytale.

The bus turned to a white winged horse.

Far far away the sun kissed hilltops, 

stood lit in a shade of shy scarlet.

And the lazy breeze was singing, 

along with their combined heartbeats.

She bloomed into an exotic Spring-

and stole a look at her man, her life.

His face turned into a chaste lake, 

reflecting the newborn moon's smile.

That night she had stars in her dream.

The winking brightest one was him.