Before the Kiss
Speaking softly poignant words,
Each gliding on the cool breeze,
Wandering aimless like butterflies.
Each alights ever so lightly on the ears,
Like rose petals creating singular ripples
Landing upon a pond.
Smiling iridescent radiant beams,
Each permeating their radius
With warmth akin to kindling flame.
Each lights the stark darkness,
Like rays from newborn stars,
Embarking across the ill illumined.
Laughing sweet heavenly melodies
The air excites, aches, to carry and deliver.
Its atoms never privileged to vibrate
In such harmonious rhythms.
Like hypnotic hymns sung by Cherubim,
As they serenade the dying a final lullaby.
She speaks, she smiles, she laughs.
He listens, he mirrors, he echoes.
Her lips, a desert spring seeping life,
Draw him closer like bees to nectar.
He begins to think he could do without…
But then she speaks, she smiles, she laughs.