How Will You Kiss?
by Judith Pordon
How Will You Kiss?
Lilt me your lips,
our lost breath intermingling.
Synchronize our silence
as lazy hours ease by.
Waft cocoa, hazelnut, cinnamon,
scents around me.
Tremble with me
in paralyzing pauses.
I may no longer breathe
without breathing you.
Labor as a Tulip
Labor as a tulip
arrays its flame, nu
form, as the bulb-star,
interred, divines its ore
surging the gulf
rooting it into
Leaf-blades score the heap.
other worlds, cries, far.
emblazoning the rei,
rebus of grief.
premising her kill.
Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.
Let us become a new spring
and feel the breeze drift in the heavens’ scent.
Let us dress the earth in green,
and like the sap of a young tree
let the grace from within sustain us.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts
and let them light our path to Love.
The glance of Love is crystal clear
and we are blessed by its light.
I like to think a flower opens itself to outgrow its plantedness.
That it yearns to be carried away. ~Author Unknown
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen… — Thomas Gray
And the Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast
Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792 – 1822
“As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. ‘If you are buried under a flamboyant tree, ‘ I said, ‘your soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.’
She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.” ― Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea
Purple as tulips in May, mauve
into lush velvet, purple
as the stain blackberries leave
on the lips, on the hands,
the purple of ripe grapes
sunlit and warm as flesh….
“Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.”
– Margaret Mitchell