The Kiss

By: Jeremy Wyatt

The kiss,
Quiet and soft
Like the eternal bliss.
During that moment
Everything is right
And the message is sent.
Eyes are closed, hearts are open.
Each participant can sense
what the other is hoping.

When the lips make a connection
It's like a cool breeze
That smells of affection...
Is it a well written moment,
Or the spontaneity of a lovers rhyme?
Was it destined to be?
Like a bird in flight
or a deer that runs free?

When that respite is through,
You just sit there
And think it through.
Your attention is front and center.
That one kiss can last
Through the coldest winter
And through the longest drought
Because that feeling it gives
We cannot live without.