Kiss 

Poem: Kiss 

You planted it on me

Took me by surprise

All I did was to smile tenderly and look you in the eyes

With great gusto your lips spoke to mine

In equal measure sweet and sublime

We had to part

To be continued this conversation

Patiently waiting in my heart

 

Depending on the people, the culture and the types of kissing involved, a kiss is a gesture of connecting to the other and when it’s mutual and reciprocated then bingo! That’s love’s symbol and code.  One doesn’t need to fill out any forms or apply for a licence and age is never a barrier.

There’s the blowing of a kiss from across a room, kissing on the forehead, the hand.

Kisses on cheeks, one or two. Ooh how continental!  Also, I’ve heard, and I’ve witnessed some do three. Flippin eck! They’ll be there all day if they keep going! Who’s got time for all of that anyway? But it’s good to see and experience the love that’s all around with kisses from loving family members, friends, lovers, life partners and all that.

An unexpected and enthusiastic sudden kiss?

Unexpected?

Really poet?

This is what I am asking here.

Were there not any signs?

What was going on that lead up to this big smacker on the lips?

Sounds like a bit of a snatch and grab to me! Like a quick robbery. The moment has been taken. There wasn’t any lingering. They had to separate. What were the signals and how were they interpreted? Could it be that the kisser was just as surprised as the poet and was spellbound? They panicked, kissed then dashed? Was it all about to get a bit “Shakespearean with the “parting being such sweet sorry” and all that?

It looks though, that the kiss was in reply to the poet connecting by looking adoringly and lovingly into the eyes of the other person. What were the thoughts and emotions going on within the poet at that moment? A gaze can be powerful. A look can induce all sorts: acknowledgment, empathy, panic, fear, tingles of excitement and anticipation of joy and more. Wow! Eyeballs are indeed powerful. I certainly haven’t rolled mine up to the heavens upon reading this poem. It’s a tender with a beautiful and understanding conclusion so my cynicism is kept at bay.

The poet doesn’t appear to be put off by the kiss and is keen to talk to the other person about it. The power of love eh?

The conversation is on standby and is waiting in love’s understanding waiting room of the heart.

A sweet little poem that communicates passion, love and affection with a bit of the ‘to be continued’ I’m keen to know what’ll happen next. The poet has left me, the reader with a sense of warmth and intrigue.