KISS

by

Durlabh Singh

When I kissed you
In an arid waste of that cheek
The tangle of your hair did dissect
Indulged in making a tale brief
Of some sombre trivial demise
Of hope forlorn or of rainy nights
And the communications between two hearts
Flowered perhaps in meadows of grass
Sweet whispers stop not
A song of soul on warm lips
Neither charm away nor stop now
The wonder of love in mind's crypts.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Wonders
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

To visit all of Durlabh Singh's poems, click HERE

Check out these deals at Amazon.com

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

To write us about this page,
contact willy@dreamagic.com (Willy Chaplin)