The kiss, soft
feathered breath upon new baby´s brow,
From proud
mother, with promises of tomorrow & now,
It plasters the
hurt of knocks, grazed knees & shed tears,
Escaping saddened
ageing, of all our passing lived years.
The kiss, curls around
limp tongues, dark & well hidden,
Until, by passionate
lovers, is called & ardently bidden,
Exploring the nape,
white breast & so very much more,
Floating upon softened
whispers, as we beg & implore.
The kiss, sealing
life´s vows, of the promised “I do”,
Sleeping soft as velvet,
upon the words “I love you”,
Blown upon sad breezes,
to those in their leavings,
Kisses all lost, within
libido´s breathless soft heavings.
The kiss, chaste upon
cheeks, of those in their dying,
Caressing old oaths,
within life´s last & sad sighing,
Lips kissing lips,
once hot & with passion did burn,
Now cold, kissing
farewell, to the coffin & the urn.
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