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In May
In a nook
That opened south,
You and I
Lay mouth to mouth.
A snowy gull
And sooty daw
Came and looked
With many a caw;
“Such,” I said,
“Are I and you,
When you’ve kissed me
Black and blue!”
Poems on the topic: kiss
Poems on the topic “kiss” on Poets.by.
Inception
whose kiss
was the first ever
was it like velvet
like a hungry clock
for the house
to spend time with
it begins to sing
as we reconsider
what to do or be
Holidaymakers
we kiss and do not tell
how all things end
profess great kindness
at a plague house
I hear that pretend mouth
the evening sea
Gun lover
the certain clock of a gun
the fleet rose of a gun
the plain dish of a gun
the drunk kiss of a gun
Love questions
will the missing kiss
grow on his lip
like a difficult word
is love is a hard game to play
or an inconvenience
on the way to sleep
or to my mind
a great delirium
between joy and concern
Listening up
hear how a raven
can be true but broken
how the quiet comes to speak
privately like a kiss
and art inside-out
is heart once again
Guises
no time to change
my companion and I undress
into the night between walls
into a young kiss and an answer
into kindness
into a variety of occasions
that I have not made with myself
Romantic chemistry
love could experiment
with her two bodies
could discover the way of milk
coming into the breasts
could invent tastes
or find a way to ferment a kiss
like a poet who never saw
a heart at rest
Social kissing
this token kiss is not
an open door
a hope preserve
or sin to us
it is fleet
home and then off
Auld acquaintance
the whole year as large
as one kiss in the kitchen
the fire is new and hot
and are we happy loving
the little death no reason
for hurry now
we bless with mouth to ear
that sudden note
Player
chance is a wan meat
after cards
to cards again
lost as a kiss at prayers
Coronation day
Pleasure is a red throne
and all the fiddlers in red.
Come to me as if
to the ground,
as if walking up and down
or going to the kitchen.
Eat the first dish
on the king’s table
and give me music of all sorts—
but above all, a kiss.
And we stayed till the city
had a light like a glory
round about it
and a great many men and women
laid hold of us, drinking to us
one after another—
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