Yet One Slow Kiss Poem by david e golledge

Her tightened lips
closed and cold,
a flower in bud
colours untold

yet one slow kiss
warms north and south,
those soft petals softly
caress my mouth.

Yet one slow kiss
spills honeydew
and nectar on the
breath was blew
with life...


Her clenching hands
gripped and fell
to lap in fear
of broken spell

yet one slight touch
and starlings dance,
their gentle wings gently
return romance.

Yet one slight touch
and rainbows span
and quietly give to
her this man
with love.