The Kiss

A kiss as seen in poetic prose.

There was talk, a walk and a kiss. To say more would poke a finger in their bliss, to say nothing would be a disservice to persist. One stood above and one below, and as surely as rock tumbles from high to low, one set of lips fell into the valley bow (of the other’s soft reprieve). Such is the nature of a kiss.

Touching of flesh, a kiss perhaps can be, but as a grape squeezed not the vintage sieged. Warmth passed between two souls in the stillness of time, making memory between the ticks of chime. Essence slipped membranes seen not by eye nor mind to gleam but to intelligence gifted not schemed; and fingers moved as if on strings to a symphony heard in angels’ wings.

Eyes turned inward fain as hearts beat like drums on the plain. The firm ambassador of words not needed, greeted with touches light and heated. As if a summer day where care not heeded, the two danced and darted as feathers on the breeze or children round the trees. Giggles felt but not heard and trembles joined the plaintive bird. Arms contracted to devour, fearful of clock and time in hour.

From dry to wet and firm to soft were sighs witnessed as eyes were naught. Hair tingled in the touch and noses snuggled, as if enough. The curve of one fell into other and where one began the other shuttered. Breathing raced as two for medal, crossing over hands together, as brothers as one do on the day. And so a moment held back time and seemed forever in space divine till upon the magic came a finger.

Reading and Commentary: The Kiss

Reviews

[Picture of Poetry]

This is great. I love the way you captured a kiss and put it into words on paper. It was beautiful and very poetic. I also love the rhyme sceme too. This is a very awsome peace! Love it. :>) I love the following lines, "Touching of flesh, a kiss perhaps can be, but as a grape squeezed not the vintage sieged. Warmth passed between two souls in the stillness of time, making memory between the ticks of chime. Essence slipped membranes seen not by eye nor mind to gleam but to intelligence gifted not schemed; and fingers moved as if on strings to a symphony heard in angels' wings." You are a very talent writer. :)

[Luke]

I would love to be lying down on the lounge and then turn on the radio and hear that piece of work. You are an excellent writer and I want to read more of your work.

[Laura E. Aranda]

Definitely needs a voice behind it. I would love to hear it onstage somewhere. This is the first that I have read of you
and I loved it! Cheers to you, lea

[T]

darn I mistakenly deleted my earlier remarks cause there were 2 showing, deleted one and then poof gone...
anyway, I came back to read this again because it is one of my favorites!! I enjoy your writings, as you know, and this piece shows your ability as a poet....as I said before, more, more.....t

[April Child]

This reads to me like a wonderful piece of performance poetry or a rap, it needs to be read aloud, preferably on a stage, with feeling. Very nice.

[allwrite]

I know I have said this before: Give me more. Your talent leaves me spent and speechless. Bravo!

[Katherine Wyatt]

This is wonderful..the flow and the images extract the magic of that special moment when a kiss happens
Lovely piece...