If she kisses
Like she smiles
The world might end
And I would never notice
She sees the oily shine of a complexion that hasn’t noticed puberty ended years ago.
He sees a radiance that comes from beauty within.
She sees crooked teeth marred with coffee stains.
He sees a smile so warm it could melt a heart of stone.
She sees calloused hands from all the times she forgot to wear gloves.
He sees a woman who is not afraid to work.
She turns her hands over and sees wrinkles and veins that resemble a mountain road map.
He sees hands that would fit perfectly inside of his own.
She looks down and sees folds of unwanted fat.
He sees a woman he longs to fold in his embrace.
Then he silences her self-deprecation with a kiss
And his touch tells her that she is accepted as she is.
Now she sees only him.
And he sees only love.
August 3, 2017 ~ couplet chain
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My lips are envious of my forehead
It gets kissed every morning
Continue reading “Envious Lips”
You kiss me good morning each day
Before you go to work
My forehead thanks you
An hour later I hear the familiar tone as
My phone conveys the message that you love me
I could set my watch by it
Continue reading “Text Sex”
It started light
Just a trickle
A nibble on my lobe
Finger brushed a stray hair away
Continue reading “It Rained Again Last Night”
Rain on me
Let your drops fall on me softly
Caress my forehead
Linger there a while on my lips
Continue reading “Rain on Me”
Surrounded by majestic mountains
Newly shrouded in night
Their silhouettes barely visible
Beneath a crescent moon
Continue reading “Air Mail”
Faithful are the wounds of a friend,
but the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.
You kiss me in the morning and some at night as well,
But the kisses that you give to me do no love story tell.
For hardly do they graze me, my lips they barely touch.
Could you try a little harder? Or do I ask too much?
Continue reading “Feather-Weight Kisses”