Andrew Barber (16 August 1969 / Wisbech)
Upon thy lips a word does whisper,
Upon its sound, the breeze will hang
And to its meaning, a kiss shall muster
And to my ears, its meaning sang
Across the world, this kiss shall travel,
Crossing oceans and drifting sea
And to my heart your word will journey,
Bringing love from you to me.
And to the sun, a kiss returned now,
Through the heavens in warmth with light
And to the moon in kissing’s journey
Unto your lips with passion’s might.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
In this modern era of in your face 18 rated eroticism and sexually explicit imagery, it is easily forgotten that the romance of sensuality, and the blushing encounters of a stolen kiss, can be so alluring.
For me, romance rules – that’s not to say I am in any way inhibited toward the course avails of raunchy metaphor, but simply to underline my preference for the enchanting and the magical.
This is the hearts of Lions, separated by oceans, united by love and joined with a kiss. Requited, sensual and romantic – the tender lines give meaning to faith in true love.
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