Thursday, September 3, 2009

My First Kiss: By Nassim Sham

Before he kissed me
Only winds of Heaven had kissed me
& the tenderness of rain

Now that he has come, I can care for kisses like his again.

I sought the sea, He sent his winds to meet

They stayed about me singing of the south,

I turned my ear away to keep still. Holy.

His kiss upon my mouth & swift winds of shining April weather.

I found my lips not living kisses, The more I bowed my head
The lest they put out my lung

I am my love & he is mine forever sealed with a kiss

For him I could let a beggar enter where a king stood before.

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