Sunday, 30 August 2015

Kissing again

Kissing again, after a long drought of
not kissing-too many kids, bills, windows

needing repair. Sex, yes, though squeezed in
between the minor depths of anger, despair-

standing up amid the laundry
or fumbling onto the strip of rug between

the coffee table and the couch. Quick, furtive,
like birds. A dance on the wing, but no time

for kissing, the luxuriant tonguing of another
spongy tongue, the deft flicking and feral sucking,

that prolonged lapping that makes a smooth stone
of the brain. To be lost in it, your body tumbled

in sea waves, no up or down, just salt
and the liquid swells set in motion

by the moon, by a tremor in Istanbul, the waft
of a moth wing before it plows into a halo of light.

Praise the deep lustrous kiss that lasts minutes,
blossoms into what feels like days, fields of tulips

glossy with dew, low purple clouds piling in
beneath the distant arch of a bridge. One

after another they storm your lips, each kiss
a caress, autonomous and alive, spilling

into each other, streams into creeks into rivers
that grunt and break upon the gorge. Let the tongue,

in its wisdom, release its stores, let the mouth,
tired of talking, relax into its shapes of give

and receive, its plush swelling, its slick
round reveling, its primal reminiscence

that knows only the one robust world.

 Dorianne Laux


  1. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem Han...never read it before.

    Hugs and blessings...Cat

    1. It is so beautiful, Cat. Never heard it before either but I just had to share it.


  2. I have never see this...but it is a great description...kissing, slow and long, no words necessary, losing ourselves in the sensations...a lovely way to spend time...
    hugs abby

    1. Oh, yes not often poetry is so direct or graphic...
      I love it,


  3. I love this poem. This describes real kissing so well. It does seem like life gets to busy to kiss with passion and love, yet this poem brings back to me the memory and now the desire to kiss Ty

    1. It does describe kissing so good doesn't it, Blonde? Glad I could inspire you some...


  4. Beautiful words.
    What a nice poem..
    Thank you for it, Han.

    Mona Lisa

    1. I like the poem very much Mona Lisa. It's about fire re-ignited and she writes about it so well.

      God, I love poetry,


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