The Kiss

What wings are they

Which take her far from sanity,

And bring her bliss with little hiss?

Oh… it’s the kiss

It’s that kiss…

Here now,

Her eyes are closed

As she pins her nose,

Against the windows,

Just like this,

Her heart saunters wild

In the outer space

While butterflies inside her

Flutter with siss

Oh… it’s that kiss

It’s that kiss

Here again,

Her hands are cold and crisp like early spring…

Why ask why when only love is all it’s telling

All day today she sits and fondly reminisces

Oh… just as it is,

It all leads to that bliss

Sighs…a little hiss…

Then to that kiss…

Oh that kiss…

That ol’ lovely kiss…

by Reinalie Jorolan

Words In Motion 2014