I'm desperate to find a copy of a poem that I fell in love with a while ago. It's about kisses; the different kisses that you go through in a lifetime, with an explanation for each, and it's so sweet and moving. Does anyone have any idea what I mean or where I can find it? Google hasn't given me any joy
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- Thread Starter
- 29-08-2007 18:48
- 30-08-2007 03:25
I think what you're talking about rings a bell, actually; is it a children's/simple kind of poem? Hmmm... maybe you should ask on a poetry forum somewhere on the web. Randomly message people on Allpoetry.com or something
- 30-08-2007 12:15
If you can remember a line, put that in Google with "" around it. That's what I usually do.
- 01-09-2007 23:16
- Thread Starter
- 03-10-2007 15:31
I found it!
The Archipelago of Kisses
We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don't
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you're sixteen it's easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There's the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn't be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you'd quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You'll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you'd pull over, slide open the mouth's
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don't invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It'll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don't water the kiss with whiskey. It'll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it'll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you'll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue's pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I'll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
- Jeffrey McDaniel
- 09-10-2007 13:31
I like that
Thanks for sharing.
- 18-10-2007 11:09
Meh, some bits of it are a bit sloppy for me. The second half is infinitely better than the first. But glad you found it