Poetry by Jeff Green

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The Kiss

by cricketjeff on November 24, 2007.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

Lips that meet with softest touch
Tingling nerves that tell so much
Mouths that open shy and slow
As lovers faces change and glow
Tongues that meet and test and taste
Arms and hands are slowly placed
Bodies merge and fuse and melt
Where all the seeds of love were dealt
Eyes are closed but all is seen
The view they have is bright and clean
Nothing is said and nothing heard
There is no need of spoken word
There are not words that set in stone
This action sat on love’s own throne
The Kiss