Paul Hartal


The Kiss - Poem by Paul Hartal

She turns her head gently
From left to right
And from right to left,
Avoiding my blazing lips.

Her shiny ebon hair
Gracefully frames her charming face.
I look into her eyes
And I see in them
The blue waves of the sea,
The flight of birds very high,
The azure serenity of the sky.

I look into her eyes
And I see in them
The green tranquility of the forest
Happiness and sadness,
Her beautiful soul, suffering and love,
The pristine spirit of an ivory dove.

I look into her eyes
And I see in them
The pure white blossoms of Lily
And the sun rising over the mountain,
The bliss and joy of life, the sorrow and the pain.

She turns her head gently
From right to left
And from left to right
Until my lips meet with hers
And I kiss her enchanted, throbbing and trembling.

Time stands still, only the hour grows thin,
Her delicate fingers plough my bare skin.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 1, 2011



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