Sometimes A Kiss Can Do That:
unhinge a rusted gate
to let the moonlight in;
send rain to a parched field,
to play the dust like a drum;
release a hollow ache;
warm a stubborn chill;
build a bridge, a raft,
a momentary trust.
Sometimes, through a kiss
we open
to the infinite world
that holds us.
I’m not saying all the time,
but sometimes.
And sometimes
this is enough.
~Ingrid
Ingrid… what a beautiful poem… the kiss… something so intimate, tender, sensual and passionate… it opens us to the infinite… the infinite that holds us… and connects us… and is love itself….
So lovely…Is this one of your new poems, Ingrid? It deeply touches me. And what also strikes me is that the way you describe this kiss is not just in a romantic way. A kiss given to a friend, a child, even a pet, opens us in untold ways. How wonderful that we can kiss…
xo to you!
Beautiful!
Love this, Ingrid! Really beautiful and sensual. Thank you for sharing your heart always!