Poetry is a Kiss

By : Gus Victoria

The Kiss (Lovers) - Gustav Klimt 1908-1909

Poetry is a kiss,

Eloquence is a glance

Hidden behind the veil,

Betrayed by a dance.

My body is yours,

Model of imperfection,

Not by your word,

But my own fatal perception.

Let my touch

Arouse your desire,

Passion untold,

Unquenchable fire.

Tonight unforgettable

We may, in arms embraced,

Dream together,

Of another place.

Before we journey,

Let me know

You fully,

Never let go

Our story written,

Remembered hereafter.

Each kiss a poem,

Each night a chapter.