I Have Paid More For A Kiss…
I have paid more for a kiss than a kiss And that was error, sure— Sucking on chemical bliss In the tattooed arms of a store-bought whore. You may blame me, certainly, if you wish— And might as well blame a bear For dining on silver fish, Or a fox for stalking an old brown hare. Those who pay more for a kiss than a kiss, They pay with their lives, no less— Swallow your hypocrite hiss: The lost have need of a soft caress. You may blame us, certainly, should you care, Pelt us with stones and rocks, But nothing will stay the bear, Or spare a hare from a hungry fox.
‘And learn that the best thing is
To change my loves while dancing
And pay but a kiss for a kiss’
— W.B. Yeats ‘The Collarbone of a Hare’*