The kissA Poem by vinny ciambrielloAnother view
The kiss
I am not kiss-ready My experiences remain limited my mouth serving a wide variety of purposes, it easily does without kissing often rubbing its halves together one upon the other in a kind of frottage The tongue comes into play offering a wetter approach it's all very complete satisfying without having to share them out there In a world of lips lips of all kinds some lacerated some fever blistered others smeared in foodstuffs cold, bubbly drinks waxy lip color or else shaped to form words Endless streams of them Without rest Years and years of motion Without going anywhere yet venturing into darker places places where the deodorizing rays of the sun seldom reach those nether regions of hot desire all this coming at me unaware, so unaware! My lips are thrown into a panic 'Go elsewhere, not here', they beg 'Leave us alone, to the dry airs the sweep of inhalation exhalation' But no lips everywhere descending attacking rapacious when a simple hello would have done fine. Long after, despairing, buzzing with otherness they try to get the feel back their feel It is a long convalescence I sooth them as i can talk to them I shall abstain, i say Turn a cheek to the would-be assailant And time passes And the promise is kept And they are happy as they chatter between themselves And i listen I can only listen As the world continues its madness out there without them © 2011 vinny ciambrielloReviews
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6 Reviews Added on January 25, 2011 Last Updated on January 25, 2011 Authorvinny ciambrielloBrooklyn, NYAboutI'm moody. When I'm onto a good thing with a story, my mood lifts and I'm having fun. it takes several sit-downs to finish a story. About me, I'm a Brooklyn, NY guy. I have the attitude of the .. more..Writing
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