She

It was her kiss
that sent a shaft of light
into confounding blackness where the dead
would hold their rites of cold fraternity--
as if the border of that town were there
to mark a private paradise.

 

Her kiss, I found enough
to counteract those graceless thoughts
that swept across the meadow of my mind
like fresh cold winds
intruding on an evening stroll.
I sought her there, of course;
I needed something cosmic,
something of the world outside
to pull me from the pit of disillusionment.

 

I think she knew that there would be
no waking in the idle laughter that she heard--
no sighing softness under her caress,
(should she be bold enough to touch cold flesh)
and so she took my hand, and then she kissed me!
Though I knew her not, her warmth,
the fullness of her lips
brought joy beyond exuberance, for then
the blistered morn in radiance
could magnify the sun,
while she and I and all the blessed earth
were one.
                            ~

 

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Smooth and seamless. The printed words beg for a reader and breath. A gift of a poem.

[Dean]

thank you for the compliment

[Wandervogel]

beautiful lines sir.....thanks for sharing..

[Dean]

thank you so much

[m.s.early]

Finally... love poetry worth reading. Thank you for contributing here :)

[Dean]

and thank you for your time in reading it.

[KAREN]

Beautiful and romantic. It is such a breath taking poetic piece of art.

[Dean]

Thank you. I find it curious that so many whom I have not yet even encountered, somehow stumble upon this write..that even approaches the erotic, and join the ranks of those who have enjoyed it. I do appreciate that "stumbling" :-)

[KAREN]

You're very welcome!!!

[Beccy]

Dean, re: Sometimes. Thank you, no offence taken at all. It was a momentary lapse that I have happily corrected.

Beccy.

[Beccy]

The whole world can be stilled with a kiss.

Beccy.

[Dean]

Indeed it can! Thank you.

[Aethereal]

This poem is a delicately written expression of that delightful preoccupation of Consciousness, that joy of having a sensuous relationship with one's natural environment. You taste Nature as one would taste a glass of fine red wine possessing sparkling liquid ruby kisses. She, you, and Earth are One as they “magnify the Sun“.

[Dean]

thank you, my friend. I didn't think so much of this when I first shared it, but I like it more and more.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You are one of the finest poets here...truly! I need to put this in my library!

My best,
Kelly

[Dean]

Kelly! How nice to hear from you once again! Thanks for the boost.
-Dean

[Kelly Scheppers]

I may be gone from time to time, but I always return and will seek you out! You're the best, my friend!

[Dean]

and you, too

[Dean]

Thank you, Ken. A positive reaction from you always encourages me. I didn't think so much of this poem when I wrote it, but in retrospect I find that I can enjoy it somewhat.