Kiss
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.
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ragnarokpoetrypursuit said,
June 11, 2012 at 10:57 pm
Such a sweet vibe 🙂
Julia Dean-Richards said,
June 12, 2012 at 8:26 am
Thank you ragnarok. Come back soon.
Pawan Hira (awakeningpsyche) said,
June 11, 2012 at 11:05 pm
Beautiful rendition of kiss I have ever read. 🙂
Julia Dean-Richards said,
June 12, 2012 at 8:33 am
Kind words. I just read one of your poems – will go back for more.
Coco J. Ginger said,
June 12, 2012 at 3:39 pm
our kiss puts on slippers…..so pretty
Julia Dean-Richards said,
June 12, 2012 at 6:38 pm
Thanks Coco, I love slippers…and kisses.
Coco J. Ginger said,
June 12, 2012 at 7:21 pm
me too….and coffee
saura8h said,
June 17, 2012 at 1:18 pm
nice.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
June 18, 2012 at 8:32 am
Thank you Saura, something musical and munchable about kisses
saura8h said,
June 18, 2012 at 9:32 am
Yes indeed it is. My name is saurabh – i use “8” instead of “B” in my name. 🙂
Julia Dean-Richards said,
June 18, 2012 at 10:28 am
Lovely name x