June 11, 2012 at 10:47 pm (Poems) (, , , , , , )

This is not your kiss

I give you not my kiss

this kiss is our shared dish.

It begins with a small solo voice

early in the morning

with sleep on our lips.

It rises to become a melody

at breakfast time

with marmalade.

By soup at twelve

it is a symphony

with crashing crescendo

leaving us bewildered,

needing afternoon tea

and cake.

When we meet for supper

our kiss puts on slippers

and plays a soothing serenade.

At 23:23 we surrender

to its Nocturne Adagio

and feed our kiss with love.



  1. ragnarokpoetrypursuit said,

    Such a sweet vibe 🙂

  2. Pawan Hira (awakeningpsyche) said,

    Beautiful rendition of kiss I have ever read. 🙂

  3. Coco J. Ginger said,

    our kiss puts on slippers… pretty

  4. saura8h said,


please feel free to comment on these poems - all feedback appreciated. :)

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