No Kiss

It is not the beard you crave

But the lips behind it,

The kiss

It shook empires

In its youth, bitter thing

Rendered golden in that

Midas way where

Men breathe

Never seeing a

Kiss is never just a kiss

It knows not the contours

Flesh bone and blood

The Sin

One weary heart

Coaxes from quivering walls.

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17 thoughts on “No Kiss

  1. wow, i think your wording is exceptional…the way you express the concept of a kiss…”one weary heart coaxes from quivering walls”…

    no ordinary kiss could lead to a poem such as this…wonderful analogies…great write…

  2. Amazing. A lyrical surprise and emotional dessert. I love:

    Rendered golden in that

    Midas way where

    Men breathe

    Never seeing a

    Kiss is never just a kiss

    A kiss is the world, at times, yes? xxxj

  3. I kept reading this one to be sure I understood. It seemed you were speaking of the elusiveness of true love, and how seduction has been used to manipulate again and again. And, it could be that I am way, way off.

    Did I miss the boat entirely? 🙂

  4. I’m glad Lori preceded me! I felt this poem carried so much more than the joy of a kiss! The poem seemed to be more about the potential joy, but the welcome is thinning…as suggested by “weary heart”. Somehow this kiss in a line of kisses simply does not zing anymore…and the reason seems to be a sad secret.

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