Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

I have been kissed Not of lips I have been touched Not of skin And I have felt those finger-tips Ravage, caress A world...

Beyond her kitchen sink The skies turn pink Night lifts sable skirts And slips away From ethereal space Long-suffering ...

  Seems like our words Can be hit or miss Sometimes we need The language of a kiss Words can fall short Or be misunders...

Enchanting insanity Double-edged bliss Of tormenting misery Disguised in a kiss …that kiss leaves me wanting And hungry...

If I had known As our lips met That your kiss would melt me so Oh my darling, you can bet... I would have kissed you long ago... J~