The kiss is the gem

The touch of taste on

Anothers lips.

These three green times

Are ageless in discovery,

Here is a wholesome tenderness.

Soft gentle tone poetry

Within a nerve.

This is a jewel time too

When touch becomes bliss.

Here in the heart

And the feather light sense,

Here is the emblem of life.

In these sublime early kisses.

And moonlight dangles

It’s thread of light

And the eye feels passion.

Here is a simple closeness,

Like the intimacy of shared breath,

The warm glow of contentment.

This then is first loves’ witness

And a small union.

©Christopher Thompson

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