Green Stolen Kisses

That we may kiss again, 

under a canopy of green

Leaving all our vanities

behind, in the land of

crumbling bricks and 

mortar 

The smell of petrichor,

Earthly rivers, flowing

like tender hands -

placed around a Hillish 

waist, where I wait

for the flock of lambs

I won't be silenced

And my cawing love

will burst the breast

Beakish and craving,
intensely, always 

almost too much 

Then there will be a slumber,

as the ants go about

their work, and the bees

of burden do Hiveish 

things 

While we go off to pick

the fruit. 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am blown away by the metaphoric and descriptive nature of this...
If only we could leave our vanities behind...it is quite the interference.
j.

[C Peril]

Jacob, thank you so much for the kind review. I genuinely appreciate you giving your time up to have a read of my humble poem! I hope to return the favour later on this evening.

[Ranger Kessel]

A great write. I love almost too much. Thanks for pasting

[C Peril]

Thank you for the kind words, Ranger. I hope I can repay them with a review of your work soon.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was hauntingly beautiful like a hymn to a remembered love or a promise that becomes a prayer. The fruit must taste sweet indeed, drawing the ants and bees. Wonderful work. F.