First Kiss

Her face is full of angles and bones;
Our teeth click
In a tangle of tongue and lip;
Her eyes stare at my face,
Seeing nothing in particular
And certainly not me �"
Yet her eyes a full of dumb
Adoration;
Her fingers
Touch my face and my lips,
Touch my face and my lips,
And she murmurs,
Your lips are divine �"
Divine!
And I wonder if it is always
This heavy-breathing comic book,
Tongue meeting tongue in a swirl of bacteria,
The drunken hour of midnight
Breathing nectar-flower language
Supported by the electrical passion of music �"
And however I try
To gloss her hair and her lips,
To bring the conventions to my lips,
I can't shut out
The click, click, click
Of teeth and of numbers �"
The computations and permutations
Of the bitter angel, Analysis,
The truthsayer who never sleeps.

Reviews

[Sofiko Emiry]

The truthsayer who never sleeps... Good piece of writing.

[Tricia Pattinson]

I love this poem! The dance between the left and right brain - between analysis and passion! Well done!

[Sometimes Blood]

The words in this poem intrigue me so much. Once again you have penned a beautiful poem that pulled me right into it.

[Realm of Thoughts]

To kiss. Wow. Perhaps the best thing to do in this world. Its heavenly. Nice write.

[Anne Timmins]

Very nice piece of writing.

[Mr.Boffin]

touching piece...great job!

[Mary C]

this is such a lovely piece. it touched my heart and soul

[Blake Fodor]

A very well drawn and good quality piece of writing which I enjoyed very much

[Susan Beth Horvath]

This is rich and grand! The wording is so descriptive that it takes a reader directly into the scene. Wonderful rhythm and imagery.

[Troy Henson]

This was a great write from you. I really enjoyed the read.

Troy