These Lips Have Kissed

These lips have kissed the eyelids of the morn,
painted bright with rays of light newly born.
The gold twist of warm incense splits the sod
with wondrous waves of wind - the breath of God.

These lips have kissed with the rosiest hue
the soft slopes of skin bejeweled with dew.
The nape of night, the d�collet� of day,
I lovingly kiss the shadows away.

These lips have kissed the ethereal wings
of sunrise splendor's sweet imaginings
of heavenward hopes and happier spheres
where the blue silence sings to mortal ears.

These lips have kissed the fresh blossoming bud
of infinite truth that runs in our blood,
the petals of promise, the slants of stone,
echoes that whisper, 'we are not alone.'

These lips have kissed each word of the story,
the cross, the crown, the glimmers of glory,
and branches that rise from each brave old tree.
These lips have kissed and been kissed. You, me: we.

These lips have kissed the earth, the sea and sky,
the what-if, the where, the who, when, and why,
the shadows of past and shadows of doubt.
I kissed the universe: within and out.

These lips have kissed heaven, its starry roof.
Stand still and listen if you must have proof.
Seek the lips that seek you; do not resist.
You too will sweetly sing, 'these lips have kissed.'

Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Simply sublime.

I remain enamored of your elegance, grace, and depth of soul.

Like whispers, your kisses are an all-encompassing blessing for Life Itself, in all its shapes and dimensions.

I'm also reminded of Hendrix's immortal lines, "Excuse me/while I kiss the sky" -- followed by nonpareil volcanic guitar, of course. ;-)

There is no more profound principle in life than Good Company. This poem is sheer sweet delight and a soul-mind companion to be treasured infinitely.

"These lips have kissed the fresh blossoming bud/of infinite truth that runs in our blood,/the petals of promise, the slants of stone,/echoes that whisper, 'we are not alone.'"

All the stanzas are wonderful, but those lines are especially dear to my heart. And because you are embracing rhyme, this could easily be a song lyric and I find myself musing on a matching tune. Perhaps a variation on "Greensleeves" would be a musical point of departure.

Your work, and this poem are a cherished balm for my heart.

[LSS]

Linda,
So well done. You've captured the essence of the intimate without all the gory details. You've described the sensuous without elaborating on the obvious and spoiling the image of our minds. What a wonderfully written poem. I especially loved the last few lines, "Seek the lips that seek you; do not resist.
You too will sweetly sing, 'these lips have kissed." I got quite a chuckle at the obvious answer implied and the truth in repose there. Thank you.
LSS

[David Lewis Paget]

You seem to have a facility for imbuing every part of existence with a sensuous warmth. Nothing lies outside the range of your earthy symmetry, and you manage to impart to your readers that sense of touch and feeling that lies at the heart of physical existence. On reading your works, however, I sometimes get the feeling that you are not, like others, made of flesh, blood and bone, but more a thought passing over the earth's surface like a sea breeze, or some insubstantial spirit more in accord with the verities than other mere mortals. In whatever case, keep it up. You transport us with your verse.
David.