kiss

I haven't got much on my heart 

Nor do I have much on my mind 

Other than the time we first kissed 

A kiss of not love 

But a kiss that stirred something in me 

It shocked me when you looked at me and leaned over 

Because at that time I was trying to tell you a joke  

Which you laughed at and we kissed 

That kiss stirred something in me 

I know it was not of love 

It was for lust 

But 

I still think of that kiss 

I know you most likely don't 

Maybe you regret it 

But when I think of it 

It stirs hope that I am lovable by either you 

or 

To myself 

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I guess the old adage that you should love yourself before you can truly love anyone else is true. In this you also express the easy rise of that inate animal lust who we should not be affraid of or reject or supress. So long as we do it without hurting others or ourselves. I like the honesty of this piece as it flows in freeverse style.

[Lydia Waldock]

Thank you so much!!

[Miss Peter]

I like it. It's both sweet and innocent, but I have felt like you now describe.

The sudden rush of lust, and the aftermath of thoughs.

[Lydia Waldock]

Thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think a kiss might be the most intimate expression of caring and love. I like the honesty of this...the realness...and especially like that very last line...something everyone needs, to be lovable to self.

j.

[Lydia Waldock]

thank you. being able to love yourself is a strange hard to do but sometimes a push by someone either by a kiss or a comment can make you realize you are loved

[Fox]

This poem is written easy enough to understand, while at the same time conveying deeper feelings of love, wondering, and change. Good work.

[Lydia Waldock]

Thanks for reading

[Planet x]

I really love that moment you just described here
its tender

[Lydia Waldock]

Thank you!