Her Kiss by Ken HarnischHer kiss
Will enchant me
On cold mornings
When I allow myself
To think
Her lips are mine to have
It was never so
But such is a heart
That paints the sky
So it can invent birds
And clouds and God
At will
Soaring undaunted
To the sun
It will believe in anything
Even love;
Even love 11/07/2004 Posted on 11/07/2004 Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Melissa Arel on 11/08/04 at 12:15 AM Beautiful.. simply beautiful.. |
Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/08/04 at 06:10 PM As I said... the heart paints the sky, even when the mind knows not to. Funny how you can still long for what you know can not be. It is good to see you posting again.... you have been missed. |
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