A kiss, becomes a pact between two souls,
penetrating barriers that shy doubt patrols.
for surely not one earthly joy exists,
to bring such utter comfort like a kiss.
The softest kiss will land upon a child
Who’s smile turns all but stone soft and mild
Like some fragile petals gloriously strewn
to lightly dust the surface of our moon.
The sweetest kiss, well placed, lingers tenderly
be worth a mothers life if gifted son or daughterly
It is sensitive, uniquely shaped to seal
So each will recognise the love they feel.
Young lips that shyly meet to bruise in passion
colour’s plum, all senses erstwhile ashen.
Flesh that swells to lure, to tempt, to promise
Shares mortal fear with every doubting Thomas
Loyal lips will flutter, face to face with death.
The final kiss, departing in another’s last breath.
Searching for tranquillity a place to rest a while
Until once more they can return, welcome in a babies smile.
There is untold magic in a kiss
Roan copyright © Dec.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem