A kiss down by the riverside,
When the waterspouts
Comes to life
And across the evergreen glide.
A kiss with your mouth open wide,
With noses nuzzling
And lying on a foliage mattress
With nothing to hide.
A kiss beneath the harvest moon,
In the wheat and the rye,
When pixies spiral to an eventide rune
'Til the morning Phoenix soars by.
A kiss during a fiery noon
In the fields of midday bloom
And so sings the loon
While petals rise from the gloom.
A kiss, for birds to sing,
For the winter to turn to spring
An exchange of bliss,
A kiss,
To melt a world of snow
In one breath of warm mist.
Oh! what a marvelous eternal kiss you are describing.Splendid K.................
Brilliant use of feelings using both the tactile and the visual. Also rhythmically hypnotic word repetition.
Nicely done so right, rightly done by light. You write well, and you are right. To each their own, it's how you put your spin on looks of others. Best regards-Mike Gale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoy your romantic poems particularly. This is stunning.