Edmund Linton Poet Free verse

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.

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Dan Cwiak December 15, 2015 at 3:19 PM I agree with Andrea, this is a most interesting write about a kiss. I even had to look up the word "osculate" to see what it meant. lol Great job! ps. If you are wondering where I have been in terms of reading your work, I don't get the chance to read or write as many as I'd like, and only today found you. Keep going with that pen!

Skat A July 4, 2015 at 11:34 PM Edmund, CONGRATULATIONS, on having your poem featured on the soup's home page. Enjoy the coming week. Take Care ~SKAT~

Andrea Dietrich February 3, 2015 at 6:34 PM this is a most unique and interesting poem on a first kiss!! I am thinking of the song, She blinded me with science!!! Edmund Linton February 4, 2015 at 12:16 AM If one was pondering THE first kiss in all of time, what do you think would work as a descriptive title? Edmund Linton February 3, 2015 at 11:33 PM Thank you, Andrea, for giving this poem the greatest gift: your time. Few will understand the elegant complexity of such an instinctual act.