Kelly, your poem is such a delicate and intimate exploration of touch and memory. From the first line, immediately evokes tenderness, and from there you layer it with sensuality..the hand at the small of the back, the waiting syllables of a name..so subtle yet so alive. It pulses with desire and closeness.
Roma
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
I am thrilled to have your presence here, Roma. Thank you for the warmth and kindness they bring!
Kelly, I love the way this poem elevates the small, intimate gestures we often overlook. “Forehead kisses… a lost art” feels like a gentle lament, and the comparison to a name lying on the tongue makes the tenderness tactile and alive. It’s brief but lingers, like the memory of a touch you can’t quite forget.
James☆
Posted 2 Months Ago
1 Month Ago
How lovely a compliment! Thank you most kindly, James!
Almost everyone commented on the forehead kisses; I’m thinking hard about the hand at the small of the back. Age has robbed me of the opportunities, I don’t even have grandchildren or nieces to kiss on the forehead. Alas, the syllables of no one’s name lie upon my tongue. I like your poem a lot, like the emotions conveyed with a very minimal count of words. Nice sad writing Kelly.
Posted 2 Months Ago
1 Month Ago
Have faith, my friend. The opportunity of a forehead kiss may come to you unexpectedly one day! Nev.. read moreHave faith, my friend. The opportunity of a forehead kiss may come to you unexpectedly one day! Never say never!
Yes a lost art indeed Kels. One of my Ex-s I kiss on the lips. The 'Blonde Angel' gets a peck on the cheek. The 'Blonde Angel' is more into long lingering hugs. Sending big warm hugs to you in Sunny San Diego 😁✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
Posted 2 Months Ago
1 Month Ago
I adore long hugs, and I'm never the first to pull away! Thanks, Tony!