Never

A lifetime for a moment:

no doubt that’s what I’d give.

An epoch in this current state,

for a moment meant to live.

For I never thought I’d cry, and lie awake at night; remiss.

I never thought I’d miss a kiss like this.

 

My hands upon your waist;

your hands upon my neck.

I wish that I were blind,

when I look in retrospect.

I took what was enchanted, granted; squandered that true bliss;

I never thought I’d miss that kiss like this.

 

Each fingertip a perfect match,

to those on my own hand.

The clasp an indestructive knot;

a never-ending band.

Yet further still this qualm: your palm, your skin, your touch, your wrist.

I never thought I’d miss a kiss like this.

 

A lesson in true loneliness;

a winnow in true want;

a dream that leaves me wishing;

fulfillment, yet I’m gaunt.

And though it was a dream, it seems beyond such reminisce.

I never thought I’d miss your kiss like this.

Author's Note

Thoughts, please!

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Meesh you are a master of the art of poetry and you have my adulation. Such blissful and eloquent writing is difficult to sustain but you have it in your veins!

[Pryde Foltz]

Yeah, you really know what you are doing. I can only say carry on. Well written and true.