Between your lips and mine, there is a promise
Of a word of lifetime that it has
A life of its own, that laughs, awaits, thinks and lives
A life of independent trust with its own little fragrance
and touch
When you touch my lips, you play with this trust
And when I kiss you back, it gets manifested into a moment.
The Kiss
ReplyDeleteAre you shaken, are you stirred
By a whisper of love,
Spellbound to a word
Does Time cease to move,
Till her calm grey eye
Expands to a sky
And the clouds of her hair
Like storms go by?
Then the lips that you have kissed
Turn to frost and fire,
And a white-steaming mist
Obscures desire:
So back to their birth
Fade water, air, earth,
And the First Power moves
Over void and dearth.
- Robert Graves
Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,
Those tissues of falsehood which folly has wove!
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.
When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past ---
For years fleet away with the wings of the dove ---
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love.
- Lord Byron