What A Kiss Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Into the evening like a kiss
Darkness comes slowly in
'I'm a true friend that you miss'
Clearly I hear in the breezy spin
Sharp air from the open sea
On this winter's frosty gloaming
Gathers around and inside me
Without a purpose roaming

What a kiss so tranquil and cold
With its inexpressible brief
Without any expression to hold
Only a sharp touching thief
With a stroke like a cat or a bird
That out from darkness ride
And with it on drifting whirred
In chill that momentarily glide