A long kiss on the lips with love all around you,
like gentle touching blossoms soft and wet,
is filled with a nectar to drug and blind you,
bringing glowing hypnotic waves from the chest.
A long kiss savoured is insanity flavoured;
a craving for dreamers to taste the prize
for yeilding hearts that send all human reason
adrift in circles of love in the mind.
A long kiss speaks, but not words you can conquer.
A long kiss sings, but not songs you can sing.
A long kiss sails on the windsongs of matter
caught up in the flight of an alien on wing.
A long kiss can torch your heart to continue
burning with fire long after it's over
a flame left roaring deep within you
a molten addiction invading the sober.
A long kiss can heal diminished duende
a soothing connection for those with a gift.
And words can't flatter those few precious moments
when there's visions of true love from within.
Celtrue2000@E3B1G9
What an accurate account of that feeling summed up in this poem.
I love this piece throughout and this conclusion is all that it has to say:
"when there's visions of true love from within."
Kudos.
"Did not our heart burn within us?" ~Luke 24:32
I'm in love with this poem. I think the earth has lost count of the myriad dreamers who have attempted to define and convey love and all its subcategories. And yet, here I am pleasantly surprised to find a piece that truly resounds with authenticity on the matter. It's exquisite, this one.
This is a great piece that I really enjoyed from the first kiss to the last one. Thanks for sharing,
Ali
BEAUTIFUL!!!
This is beautiful and inspired me to write this haiku: poetic waves flow in unconquerable words a kiss waits to speak