A Single Kiss Poem by Paul Foulkes

A kiss so soft a feather upon my lips would feel nothing but rough glass,
i chase this kiss from my dreams to the waking world of life and only for naught
the kiss of that beauty allures me and evades me to such i am driven to madness in search of it through darkest ghastly figures of night time confusion and the many lives and tribulations of all the people whom i have surrounded myself

bright day
that sweet single kiss, a gentle embrace of complete contentment and serenity a kiss soo fulfilling and compelling nirvana weeps at its own inadequacy
a kiss soo graceful and beautiful falling cherry blossoms who is adored for its falling fleeting treasure is only seen to me as a great failure next to that all consuming kiss