Kiss Poem by Garry Burdick

KISS

What befalls the kiss once given?
A touch of the past that so
wants this moment, again and again
so wondrous the mind blocks it’s
issues.
The heart could cave with a thought of
non - replication.

What souls would do to regain that threshold in time.

Detain, pursue, hold a kiss for
ought that be all that is bestowed
in the light of the sun;
it must last until -
later

Garry Camp Burdick