Stolen Kiss
A whimsical poem about something observed at an office party.
Neither had faintly imagined an outcome like this:
the festive farewell, the fleeting privacy
the moment of their stolen kiss
More delicate than the roast lamb in port sauce,
more heady and complex than the abundant Merlot
the bonding of sorbet-sweetened lips took place
And was gone in the blink of a melted eye
then disconnection, a moment of puzzled exultation
a clearing of throats, then homeward-bound to separate lives
In morning’s light, by coy default the kiss was relegated to history
from where each could, in private moments settle down
as with a favourite film, and savour the memory
And smoothed by time the kiss lost its taint and turned rosy;
never truly stolen, the only fault perhaps
that it wasn’t theirs to give away
© 2016 Danny Kennard
Danny Kennard
Danny Kennard lives in Cliftonville, has enjoyed writing for as long as he can remember and has had some poems published in the small press.
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A lovely poignant poem. Do you decide first the form your verses will take or do you write first and see what evolves?
Aww…thank you! I don’t really decide on the form (and I’m not very formal in any case). I usually have some little idea that pops up, then start writing and play about with it so as to have some kind of rhythm and some words which kind of resonate with each other through the poem, rather than strictly rhyme, if that makes sense. Dan
Yes, it certainly makes sense and it works. I don’t often write poetry, but I’m sure the enjoyment comes from playing with words.
Yes! Playing with words is the element of it, I reckon 🙂