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.
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Beautiful, romantic, breathless, words lingering long after they are read. Great work, Paul.
Thank you so much for,your kind thoughts Phyllis, also thank you for adding the keywords which i completely forgot to do. Lol.
What beautiful poetic words you weave here, Paul. Wonderful in every way.
Thank you so much John, much appreciation.
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!
Thank you,so much my dear friend, your words are like music to my ears. Im glad you appreciated this offering.
Beautifully expressed Paul, with such fine use of language to evoke stark imagery and a flowing romantic feel. Nice work.
Thank you so much Tony that means alot my friend.
Wow….what an amazingly exciting journey you’ve created en-route to that glorious crescendo of lips meeting
Thank you Ralph and I am glad that you took the journey through my words. I’m glad you enjoyed.
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!
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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