Our northern lights.

Just a little scribble.

I’d like a kiss
Just a kiss
Not just the meeting of lips and lips
The same lips we use to sit and sip
From the drinks we grip.
But a kiss,
A true kiss
Where lips...
They’re secondary.

They say we don’t need to see the northern lights
For them to happen
But it helps renew our faith that they’re still there.
And so I’d like a kiss like that.
Where our eyes meet
Our hearts beat
And we both know that it’s still there.
Know that we both still care.
So when our sipping lips have supped enough
And when our sitting hips have sat enough
We’ll walk and talk,
Share words and stares.
We’ll smile, smirk, and reminisce
About our own aurora borealis.

Reviews

[NJ Schneider]

"So when our sipping lips have supped enough" should supped be sipped?

Really excellent.

"But a kiss,
A true kiss
Where lips...
They’re secondary."

My favorite part. This was very touching and...kind of felt like you caress the reader with your words. Well done!

[Ben Taylor]

"Not just the meeting of lips and lips "
The whole poem is like this line: clever, deep, and yet on the surface, simple.
"They're secondary."
This is such an excellent piece of poetry. Profound; a pleasure to read.