Don't rob my kisses

Another poem, simple one.

Don't rob me another kiss

And don't smudge my soul with your atrocities

I ban your voice from my kingdom

You will no longer be my plague

And you will no longer walk in my corridors

I will pulverize the gates to heaven

And I will set the devil himself on fire

So that you must dwell in a coil of misery

Where you can't rob my kisses no more

Reviews

[Valentine]

I always found it much easier to give my kisses to him. That way I got a lot more in return. Valentine

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the devil knows how to steal kisses when he or she is not welcome...

[Omikron]

Stolen kisses are the sweetest, are they not? And thieves are the legs and hands of the devil.... they always find a way in...

Thanks for reading!

// O

[LonelyWanderer]

The entire abstract imagery of the poem is wonderful.

[Omikron]

Thank you!

// O

[mark.simondi]

This is another great piece!

This has great imagery and great tone. I don't know why I get the image of a soulful black woman as speaker. It might be due to the grammar in the first and final lines.

The use of coil is a brilliant allusion to the serpent.

The movement of the poem from heaven downwards to hell is fantastic.

I felt like the turn came after 'and you will no longer walk in my corridors.'

The only suggestion I have deals with stanzas. Perhaps a new stanza before the turn would help. The first four lines are abstract concepts of smudging the soul, banning the voice, and no longer being a plague, while the the next four lines are very active with walk, pulverize, set on fire, and dwell in misery. This change in voice might warrant a new stanza to reset the reader.

Thanks for another wonderful poem!

[Omikron]

Now I can't read my own poem without imagining Ella Fitzgerald's voice in my head... thank you for that one! ;)

Thank you so much for putting so much thought in to your review, and for reading of course!

// O