Lingered Kiss

Lingered Kiss

lingered kiss

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How many times my eyes must speak,

of promises to be exact.

A wish that longs to be confirmed

That dawns from passion’s deep abstract

 

What fate besets this weary soul?

That tide of warmth that leaves it limp.

A sliver, pale, with moon between

A small degree of trembled lips.

 

Communion tasting of the soul,

A breath bestowed upon the rim

A secret told with lashing tongue,

Desires bare in synonyms.

 

Not every passion holds a stage,

With lighting dim and focus marked.

With sought fruition well-rehearsed,

In fleeting moments after dark.

 

But on that dark stage, I see her eyes

The same eyes worn like candle glint.

Betwixt the murk I find myself

Obeying love with subtle hints

 

I feel the nerve-ends start to sting

As synchronized our breath submits,

And in that fluent stillness rests

such mouths of two, in molten kiss

 

One hundred times if only one

How long it lasts we shan’t discuss

The pain I felt from time apart

I grieve; it seems superfluous.

 

Again I am imprisoned here

A heart with more arrhythmic beats

I long, I miss, the parallels

My echoed pulse on fast repeat.

 

I gazed upon her flawless cheek

Deciphering tumidity.

We tuned our breaths so they can speak

Our souls were wet with clarity.

 

My fingers slid between her hairs

provocative like lyric porn

as all mouths just fade away,

our lips draw near, like lightning storms—

 

endowed by speech deprived of words

the language borne with inhaled sighs.

How beats can skip their labeled step

and each trice devoid her lips I die.

 

That lovely pause between each breath

That infinitesimal gasp for air

Explore I must, in every depth

The place your skin was left for bare

 

I cupped her chin and tilted forth

Wanting now to claim her soul

Deepening with every kiss

The gravity incredible

 

I know I’m not the first to trace

The pathways towards her inner sighs

But be my lips the last to taste

and trace the skin so near her eyes.

 

Each time I gaze that bureau top

My thoughts awry, my soul amiss

I graze that picture when my soul

Got lost within her lingered kiss.

Paul Neglia

Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Paul Neglia

Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

13 thoughts on “Lingered Kiss

    • March 1, 2017 at 9:16 AM
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      Thank you so much for,your kind thoughts Phyllis, also thank you for adding the keywords which i completely forgot to do. Lol.

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  • February 28, 2017 at 4:31 PM
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    What beautiful poetic words you weave here, Paul. Wonderful in every way.

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    • March 1, 2017 at 9:17 AM
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      Thank you so much John, much appreciation.

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  • February 28, 2017 at 11:31 PM
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    What a grand beautiful filled-passion piece of art!!! a paint of real love, of real passion, the genuine feelings and needs that sweep through us, Your sense here got to the highest of levels, I truly adore this poem, You always know how to turn a single simple thing into a masterpiece, least to say!

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    • March 1, 2017 at 9:18 AM
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      Thank you,so much my dear friend, your words are like music to my ears. Im glad you appreciated this offering.

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  • March 1, 2017 at 12:12 AM
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    Beautifully expressed Paul, with such fine use of language to evoke stark imagery and a flowing romantic feel. Nice work.

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    • March 1, 2017 at 9:20 AM
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      Thank you so much Tony that means alot my friend.

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  • March 2, 2017 at 11:52 AM
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    Wow….what an amazingly exciting journey you’ve created en-route to that glorious crescendo of lips meeting

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    • March 3, 2017 at 7:13 AM
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      Thank you Ralph and I am glad that you took the journey through my words. I’m glad you enjoyed.

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  • March 5, 2017 at 8:05 AM
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    You have picked the most round the world kiss ever photographed – a war torn soldier returning to his love. The passion shown is incredibly inexplicable, as is your poem. Your luscious wording tells of a romance so credible, so involved, so beautiful with passion barely on the edge of where two souls have traveled. Such sensuous frivolity, while deepening into spirits ranging deeply through and within each other. BEAUTIFUL, young bard…simply, extravagantly, beautiful!

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    • March 5, 2017 at 10:50 AM
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      Yes sir the sailor’s kiss. One of the most pasionate photos in my opinion. I thought it would epitomize what i was trying to convey. Thank you so much for stopping by dear friend, i truly appreciate your opinion.~Paul

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  • March 7, 2017 at 9:39 AM
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    Please to read and review!

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