kisses – I Write Her

The Kiss

Published on May 27, 2025May 17, 2025 by Susi Bocks13 Comments

Redux

the urge presented itself
in the most opportune moment
an unexpected pleasure
brought joy and chemistry
and a lingering fortune

a slick comfort
of trapped tongues
finding bliss and harmony
wet exchanges
of future promises

desires for fulfillment,
yours and mine,
the priority
on the to-do list
of this sensual journey
towards mutual satisfaction

a repeat expression
waiting for its turn
patience, a frustrating value
only eclipsed
by distance

sweetness will
be won again
desires satiated
by unending
fulfillment

Originally posted on I Write Her, 3/17/2019.

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

Published on November 29, 2024July 8, 2024 by Susi Bocks8 Comments

LAST KISSES DON’T LIE

soul kisses, it was there
vapored liquor breath
with resistance she succumbed
perceived as invitation
one-sided delight moved forth
deceived by yet another lie
another false try
while her ex-lover slept
she took the house key
cooked him waffles and bacon
sent him to work
never to see him again

TO FEAST

she harvested kisses
canned them in blue glass jars
placed them in the cellar
for a new season
she sat at the kitchen table
with thoughts of her day
wondered when she
would get a kiss again
it had been so long
a knock at the door
two uniformed men
she knew
no more kisses to harvest
she stepped down to the cellar
took a blue jar from the shelf
carried it upstairs
popped open the lid
kisses devoured her angst
she drifted into splendid sleep
dreamt of those sweet kisses
awoke to the scent
of the woolen blanket
issued army strong

DEATH STAYS

the C.O. was told
another soldier was gone
as she placed their name
on the death certificate
she woke up in tears, in fear

APPARITION

it was like an apparition
there were shadows
shades of willow greens, browns, golds
truly you would know
love is never buried
it unearths the ground
leaving not one as dead
but always safe and sound

~~~

Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld is the founder and manager of Prolific Pulse Press LLC and a widely published poet and writer. She is the editor of numerous anthologies and is an editor for Fine Lines Journal. Tomey-Zonneveld has served as Poet Laureate of Garden of Neuro Institute and resides in North Carolina. She was first featured in 2020 and then again in 2022. Lisa was also one of the 2021 Pushcart Prize Nominees of The Short of It for her piece Silence. You can find all her features and reblogs HERE.

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Amrita Valan

Published on August 30, 2024May 15, 2024 by Susi Bocks7 Comments

Flesh Memoirs of Touch

Your lips are pillows
Mine, pressed petals
Your kisses,
Urgent raspy barbs
Punctuated by vellum
Tranquilizers delivered
In sharp, sweet darts.

All Encompassed

Before your grace, I knelt,
Far too low to deserve
Your embrace, beaten
Down, was how I felt.
In your tendresse, my soul
Transcends, disrobes from
Mortal pelts, of sin and shame
Guilt and blame.

Now I rise and fall,
Brave sea wave
Engulfed in
Lovely gallant ocean.

Parched

Hope and
Love,
Keep.

Tears scorch
Fierce dry eyes
Wildfire cheeks.

I weep.

You are the elixir
I could not sip.

Reading Your Body

You can kiss me in ten different ways
I can deduce your day from each.
Have you been good, my love?
Has the world been the same
To you?

Seeing by Touch

Breathing me in deeply
You go in for a hug
A long deep one.
I know you need comfort
And draw you in tight.

Faith is Love Expressed

You will be alright.
Healing with kisses
Sealing faith
The inner goodness
Of warm bear hugs.

Moon Gazing on the Eve of Her Wedding Night

Silver scythe ebony night
Heart unveiled, virgin bride
Crimson love, lust for life.

The Story of Her Life

She never meant to hurt anyone,
But invariably, did.
She gave up caring.
People took to her
Like a duck to water.
She is so agreeable,
Such a caring empath.
Quirky teacher life,
Plans strange lessons.

~~~

Amrita Valan is an Indian writer of stories poems and essays. She has been published in online journals nationally and internationally. Her published works are Arrivederci Fifty Poems and a collection of short stories on Amazon – In Between Pauses: US & In Between the Pauses: UK. Amrita was first featured in 2022. You can find her features HERE, some of which were featured in Volume 2 – Reflections & Revelations. This is her second feature this year.

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Amrita Valan

Published on May 3, 2024April 27, 2024 by Susi Bocks5 Comments

Solo

The long and lonely stretch
An emptiness of expanse
My elegantly furnished drawing room.
No one in it.

Obsession

The kiss I didn’t give you
Shreds salt cheddar on my lips
Sears fierce lava on my lips
Smears sad jelly on my hips
Scooches, French smooches,
Invades, ravishes my sleep.

Abstinence

Bodhisattva obtained,
By letting go.
Semi-squat abstinence
Attained at cost.

Enlightenment’s sad
Knowledge gained,
Heavy-duty Nirvana!
Alas, Kurt Cobain.

Flesh maimed, bloodstained.
Soul flailed, stubborn pain.
Ghost of fat cells recall.
Undead, shrink film elastic
So well maintained.

Petrification

A tony tear trembles
At my right eye, just so.
Pure molecular expression
Of elegant grief. Chic.
Like a facial gymnast I flex
Matrix of muscles to flick away
Puerile pain pearls.

Etched into Sphinx, I squat
Ozymandias in desert sands
Stoic and bland,
Scorning rain.
Lithos trembles
Sandstone atoms.

Watching Me Watching You

The sky is filled with dead people
At dawn
The eyes of a whole past world…
Looking on.

Diary Of One Poet

I rose at six today,
Wrote eleven pages
Rolled out handmade rotis
Perfectly puffed, for breakfast.
Tiptoe-kissed tall teenagers
Downy cheeks turning
Rapidly raspy. Leaning down,
Grinning, they received kisses.
Mighty mamma is so tiny now.

Time flies, writers write
Of time past, time to come.
Time flies, reels glide
Dead birds’ broken nests
Fledglings readying wings
Leave to take life’s tests.

The poet tastes life’s flavours
Dreads to tread downstream
Liminal currents cancel old dreams
But renews and resurrects fresh streams.
Future a dream to come, sweet past adieu,
The poet must rest in the present too.

Magic in Optics

Magic is sunshine slanting
Light angles between floor and wall
Making milk mirror pools of
Upside-down furniture, doors and
Ceilings.
Spooky serene upside-down land.
Make belief that it is a different universe.
A fairy-verse.

~~~

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Sweet Promises

Published on June 24, 2023June 25, 2023 by Susi Bocks12 Comments

a lover’s first kiss
hopes envelop connection
such moist excellence

Soft

Published on March 26, 2021May 5, 2023 by Susi Bocks5 Comments

people kissing scene — ***Mia Harvey – Unsplash***

those lips
succulent
so inviting

that tongue
moist
so enticing

their pulses
racing
feeling light-headed

these bodies
aching
resisting nothing

soft couple
pliable
and luscious

a union
sensual
so fulfilling

Reblog – Kiss by Paul Vincent Cannon

Published on October 17, 2020October 17, 2020 by Susi Bocks2 Comments

Oh, my imagination is on overdrive! I see luscious lips, passions reeling, and moistness. ;)

parallax

dVerse Poets – Quadrille 73

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Kiss

Today I spoke to you in
a language so intense,
with more love than latin,
and most certainly french,
a language that feels,
as tongues speak of ecstasy,
and lips are guided by heart,
a veritable feast on
which to gorge,
yet never sated.

Paul, pvcann.com

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