Clifford Villalon Poet Kyrielle

Your Face I Kiss

Morning sunlight, beaming your name 
Early morn dew, steaming like flame 
Clouds curled blue, tinged in orange kiss
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss

Beasts of the East, flying with ease
Feasts of geese, heartwarming like bees
Your skin dipped on honey-glazed peas
Your lips I keep,  your face I kiss

Afternoon sunlight,  your face lit
Winds of open sea, your lips split
Smiling with trees, your scent I miss 
Your lips I keep, your face I kiss

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Marikate Kingston October 6, 2026 at 10:03 PM What a kind, love poem. The poet seems to miss his beauty that he will always kiss and seems somewhat at peace with that. What a touching line at the end of each stanza. It painted a warm hug picture for me. Clifford Villalon October 8, 2026 at 6:18 AM hi hi! Thank you.