First Kiss
Listen with a beckoned ear.
The way a tandem flock
Assembles to the gravity of warmth.
Fearlessly cascading the open sky.
Only to veer for nourishment
Or an unpredictable speck of dust.
A kiss is first science, then art.
Osculating the geometric curves of the fit.
Once true, a kiss becomes abstract to the senses.
Perceptively measured by taste and texture.
Come. Please.
While we are nestlings in this season.
Let’s experiment.
Perhaps practice with a pallet and brush.
Copyright © Edmund Linton | Year Posted 2015
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