A Kiss

She hurried on slowly Behind my footsteps Now smiling Now anxious She hurried on Into the dark tunnel I sensed her presence Her charm, pervading I steeled myself, longing Sensing her beauty I trudged on Defying the senses My memory Clogged thus with defiance My weary feet Tethered to my race My thought- sullied I tripped and fell She, beside me, whispered ‘I’m sorry about that, pretty face!’ ‘I love you,’ I blubbered. ‘Welcome to my lips.’ That innocence That was my virtue Now seemed incongruous That flicker sent ripples Of jollity, soothing: The magic of chance kisses!

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Roberthenry Poulin

Date: 8/27/2013 4:34:00 PM

You got some nice image sentences in this poem. I like the sentence...SHE HURRIED ON SLOWLY. FAST YET NOT WANTING TO CATCH YOU, HURRIED SLOWLY. ... MY WEARY FEET TETHERED TO MY RACE...I like that sentence. Good lines! Robert Henry Poulin

Gerald Kithinji
Date: 9/16/2013 8:49:00 AM

Robert, Dan, Richard, Justine, Skat-Aux, Mystic-Rose and all those who dedicate moments to read and reflect on what I meant to say, you are invaluable.

Dan Kearley

Date: 7/31/2013 10:41:00 PM

A beautiful write Gerald... I really liked the "Welcome to my lips" line. And I'd like to thank you for the comment on my Sail boat Of Thoughts poem. Ahoy!

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/30/2013 7:29:00 AM

This is what I call a deep kiss.

Justine Mokua

Date: 7/17/2013 6:47:00 AM

Lovely flow

Skat A

Date: 7/14/2013 7:51:00 PM

Hi Gerald, love the magical of kissing. lovely, when it comes time to move in for the kiss. you did well, with the imagery. romantic. SKAT