A Kiss Worth Its Taste
She’s too tough for hallmark’s corruption,
too cool for an easy rhyme.
If I were to bring her flowers,
I’d have to buy a package of
Reese’s cups, and a bag
of licorice to construct
a bloom worth savoring.
She craves the originality
of a still dreaming sun rise
popping its back against
the morning, wiping
cloudy sleep out of
the eyes of our
lambent sky.
The calm of hot tea’s
embrace, as the warmth
of its revision surges
down a chocolaty wasted
throat.
The purity of a love
sweetened kiss,
in the arms of life’s poetry.
If I were to bring her flowers,
I’d bring them with that embrace;
A kiss worth its taste.
-James Kelley 2014, All rights reserved.
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