From Poets.org The Kiss | ||||||||||||
by Stephen Dunn | ||||||||||||
She pressed her lips to mind. —a typo How many years I must have yearned for someone’s lips against mind. Pheromones, newly born, were floating between us. There was hardly any air. She kissed me again, reaching that place that sends messages to toes and fingertips, then all the way to something like home. Some music was playing on its own. Nothing like a woman who knows to kiss the right thing at the right time, then kisses the things she’s missed. How had I ever settled for less? I was thinking this is intelligence, this is the wisest tongue since the Oracle got into a Greek’s ear, speaking sense. It’s the Good, defining itself. I was out of my mind. She was in. We married as soon as we could.
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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Love Poems
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Oh, my. I't not a romantic, poetry type person. But I love these. So. Then again. Maybe I am. :o)
ReplyDeleteKathy
These are great! I especially like the Dunn poem. Thanks for posting these!
ReplyDeleteKathy - I don't care for syrupy poems, but I like both of these. My favorite poem by Naomi Shihab Nye is A Valentine for Ernest Mann.
ReplyDeleteStefanie - I love the "typo" and the way he plays on it!