Tingle

 

 

 

 

Tingle

 

Melodies ~ ringing on soft cool winds,

dangling from tiny strings in metallic forms

Swaying in harmony with your smile

reflecting the mid day sun

in glimmering highlights of whipped cream whispers

on wings of stained glass dreams

 

For it was that day you kissed me,

for the very first time ~

(When buttercups blushed as I held them to your chin)

and my lips tingled, unending,

understanding this was more than just a touching of skin,

a melted meeting of two

 

~Music called to us from the branches above,

serenading our hearts in sweet blissful sounds

on soft grasses, fingers intertwined~

 

Your eyes, hypnotized me there, in that place

and you kissed me again…this one held

Passion breathing, love had found me

coiled about me and clung to me

On that day, unlike any other

I could imagine…I fell for you

 

Now as cool winds blow

and leaves cascade in multicolored waves

That wind chime, suspended from that old maple rings,

singing sweetly of that first kiss,

a musical remembrance of that day

of which no reminder needs due ~ for my lips they still tingle

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[africa]

Well you're gonesky so no one really cares lol

[MsJewel]

I love the soft gentle flow of your romantic words Jack.

Music called to us from the branches above,
serenading our hearts in sweet blissful sounds
on soft grasses, fingers intertwined

This is my favorite stanza. Such beautiful imagery.
A gorgeous poem my friend. I have missed reading your beautiful poetry

:) Julie

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Being kissed by your soulmate is undoubtedly and inexplicably one of the best feelings possible. Ahh sweeeeetttt.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Blue. I always appreciate your kindness

[Penlady]

Lovely...and tender...but I would take out the word "they," out of the last line in reference to your lips...just say....for my lips still tingle...just my thought...a beautiful description of the tingle of first love

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much, I will take your suggestion to heart. I am thrilled you liked this one.

[Joiedevivre]

you capture that moment in great synesthetic bliss, quite transportive and very lovely.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much. I appreciate your kind words.

[Joiedevivre]

my pleasure for reading

[Baby Ricochet]

Jack be smooth at his romantic best. Beautiful write my friend

[Jack...]

Thank you BR.

[Tarry Franck]

This is absolutely beautiful from the beginning until the end. Great job my friend. You captured me from the beginning until the end.

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Tarry.

[Tarry Franck]

My pleasure

[sivan]

this poem is so beautiful it moved me almost to tears. the last line broke my heart in a sense

[sivan]

this poem is so beautiful it moved me almost to tears. the last line broke my heart in a sense

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much.

[kublakhan27]

You never forget the first one. This has a youthful innocence to it, but delivered with very sophisticated metaphors. Whipped cream whispers, stained glass dreams...perfect metaphors as they apply to that first kiss and the increasing frailty of those coming-of-age moments with the passing of age and time. This can be a sense of nostalgia or a sense of loss. My natural mindset inevitably sides with the latter unfortunately, but I'm sure for most people this is a positive piece, as it should be. But for me, this piece is sad for a few internal reasons. Whatever the context may be, this is a heartfelt piece that deserves to be savoured and absorbed.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Steve...indeed remembering that first kiss can be a happy or sad occasion, but at least it was experienced.