The Strand

Of the five books I bought at the Strand,
I read two:
I'm saving the last like a kiss,
for you -
the twisting of lips is a hard thing to do.

Of the two books I read, one speaks of time,
one speaks of you:
Poems lament long goodbyes,
and sing of the moonlight in a lover's eyes.

Of the five books I bought at the Strand,
I read two:
When will I share a kiss with you?