Today’s Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is to write a poem about a kiss or kissing.
On a blanket in the wildflowers counting shooting stars
It’s a waiting game
once the thought begins
it grows and becomes all encompassing
a wish in the abyss
every look a question
every sigh a possible sign
every motion a suggestion
each inch an invitation
then the world-lens folds in
closed to this pin-point
all measurement abruptly halted waits
silence chews then swallows sound
as the pressure of anticipation—of heartbeats,
flushed cheeks, blood pumping irrationally
its uncomfortable commands — peaks to unbearable
there are only glistening pink curves, moving over
white, hard, blocking, teeth, trapping dreams
damming desires, making words of lost meaning
unspoken agreement, breaking codes of forgotten tongues
soon touched then entwined.
Experience Writing 
Truly kissing is the language of love – “trapping dreams / damming desires, making words of lost meaning / unspoken agreement, breaking codes of forgotten tongues / soon touched then entwined.” Amen.
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On a blanket in the wildflowers counting shooting stars–a perfect setting for a first kiss!!!
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Your title alone is a poem, Maria! The poem itself is a metaphor of anticipation. I love the phrase ‘a wish in the abyss’ and the lines:
‘then the world-lens folds in
closed to this pin-point’
and
‘silence chews then swallows sound’.
And then the climax of the kiss, so gorgeously expressed.
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Thank you.
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I was giggling like an idiot by the end of that piece, so beautifully captured!
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like a *child would’ve been a better description 😅
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