Whisper Gentle Is the Kiss
Whisper gentle is the kiss,
Feather fleeting upon my lips.
If it not for the lingering feel
I would not have thought it was real
With it’s taste of berry wine
Reminds me of another time
When you dared to risk the chance
to swiftly kiss me while we danced
Phantoms oft come visit me
Conjured from deep my memories
Leaving me bereft and chained
To a man who came and went like rain
You promised nothing you could not give
Except your love and life you live
Piracy is not meant for those that are meek
When fortune on the high sea’s you seek
Danger lurks over each horizon
From each new dawn to the set of sun
You did promise alive you would return
let it not be your ghost whose kiss made me yearn
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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