The Sign Of Kiss (C) 9-16-09 Poem by Zahir Kijani

Together for so long
And forever to go
One must make a first move
But neither knows when until
They’ll realize The Sign of Kiss
Her mind dumps deep thoughts around through her
All around circulating knowing it is time
Deep concern of when he’ll do it, why won’t he
Maybe my lips are chapped so she builds up with gloss
Shy, rocking back and she doesn’t know when
Eagerly she stares into his eyes biting her lips
Each time she gets to hold him to hug him
She fully wraps her arms around him
Never wanting to let go.
Pressure builds up blood nervously rushes
She begins to play with her hands
Noticing they’re quivering.
Anything to ease her mind,
Anything.
She begins to play with her lover hoping the first kiss
Is epic and worth remembrance.
Maybe wrestling maybe poking just anything to get him
Into her eyes…
He holds her hand smiling at any chance she sees him
He holds her hand hoping she wants it hoping its mutual
He stares into her eyes merely to behold perfection
Playfully he treats her as if he’s not wondering at all
Though his minds won’t leave the scene.
Each chance he gets to touch her he takes it.
He keeps her in his possession hoping if not already
It builds up inside of her
Oh…how much it hurts not too but he fears rejection
He jokes of her actions, seeing her twitch, sweat, quiver,
In nervousness.
He has finally realized The Sign of Kiss.
Knowing he must prepare carefully the perfect moment
He stops…and stares, watching her eyes glisten
As they non physically or verbally tell each other
I’m ready.
He closes in on her face tilting it at an angle…Then…
He takes notice…
Of The Art of Kiss…