No sooner knew the reason but they sought the remedy.

I'm missing kisses at the moment.  Therefore, I'm thinking about kisses often.  The thought of kissing distracts me regularly.  I'm becoming obsessive.  Until recently I had kisses on tap.  Mine for the taking at any time.  Now I'm reduced to remembering kisses, dwelling on kisses past.  Longing for kisses.  Pining for kisses.  (I did mention I'm becoming obsessive)  With this in mind, I've combined obsession and theme to produce a poem:


What I have learned about kissing

That it's better approached gingerly, like a nervous mammal
That pheremones pass between us, suggestive of immortality
That crossing the streams does not end the universe
That breath can be swapped only so long before dizziness
That trumpet players' lips are more prone to dryness
That sometimes the mouth becomes all that exists
That breathing is less important than commitment to the kiss
That lip-reading means knowing a murmer's purpose
That the moment before connection should be prolonged indefinitely
That the best kisses feel like both home and adventure
That teeth don't matter
That hands should be actively engaged
That eyes can be open but ought to be closed
That busy supermarkets spark memorable kisses
That kisses should occur whenever they are considered.

 

This is the second poem about kisses I've written.  The first I wrote when I was 18.  I don't remember it all and I'm not sure I have a copy but it started like this:

My kisses are not thoughtless gifts.

Nor are my caresses to be taken lightly

Though lightly they were given

As gently I traced the tracks of your smile

On your lips and beyond.

So maybe I've always been a little obsessed by kisses.  I suppose if you're going to be distracted by something, considering kissing's not a bad way to pass the time.