Your Kiss melts my lips
Like Chianti wine,
The first drop so smooth
And then the rest like candy
Fills my mouth
As your tongue so soft
Dissolves in mine.

Your kiss has no label,
No maker, no name.
I only know that it is yours
And now is also mine.

A pilgrim's kiss,
A kiss as innocent as the sun and grapes
And the fields they grow in,
A soulful kiss of peace and understanding.

A lover's kiss,
A kiss as full of knowledge as mankind's first true kiss
When Eve looked at Adam
And, for the first time, shared a secret
That they could never share with anyone,
Not even God who made them.

And, finally, your kiss,
Our kiss,
A kiss so sweet and light
That it floats on air like fireflies on a summer's eve,
A kiss that makes earthly pleasures seem divine
And all that is told and retold in the storybooks
Seem new again.

 

 

Rosalind Resnick

Sept. 18, 2017