Stephen Dunn Poems
|3.||Allegory of the Cave||9/18/2015|
|4.||Always Something More Beautiful||12/1/2015|
|5.||Charlotte Bronte in Leeds Point||6/2/2015|
|6.||Essay On The Personal||6/1/2016|
|8.||What Goes On||6/8/2015|
|9.||The Metaphysicians Of South Jersey||12/21/2015|
|10.||At The Smithville Methodist Church||7/23/2015|
|11.||To A Terrorist||2/13/2015|
|12.||Here And Now||12/1/2014|
|13.||The Routine Things Around The House||12/17/2014|
How many years I must have yearned
for someone's lips against mind.
Pheromones, newly born, were floating
between us. There was hardly any air.
She kissed me again, reaching that place
that sends messages to toes and fingertips,
then all the way to something like home.
Some music was playing on its own.
Nothing like a woman who knows
to kiss the right thing at the right time,
then kisses the things she's missed.
How had I ever settled for less?
I was thinking this is intelligence,
this is the wisest tongue
since the Oracle got into a ...