Mistake me not --unto my inmost core I do desire your kiss upon my mouth. They have not craved a cup of water more That bleach upon the deserts of the south... Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1952) Am.

Here's an old one of mine (1989 or so): A Kiss I may never get used to the feeling of a kiss Lips: equally soft, equally gentle meeting (open? shut? eventually agreeing) not on the same line not parallel at all (surprising, the compromises forced upon us by our noses) Eyes: equally warm, equally revealing meeting (open? shut? only if at least one has them open can we tell if they are agreeing) not on the same line not in focus (surprising, the blurrings and sharpenings of view brought to us by our nearness) Hearts: equally full, equally loving meeting (open? at least to each other at least for the moment) not with the same definitions not with the same histories (surprising, still, the mixings of the separated worlds blending in our nights) Souls: equally search, equally pray that we never get used to the feeling of a kiss

hmmm.......

Had a memory of you, earlier today. A glimmer of you- on another's face- but it was you I saw, all the same. It was a cloudy day, on a deserted beach; only you and me- and the wind and sand and sea- and the hint- the heady smell- of rain. You were reading something, that day- Baudelaire, I think? Or was it Rimbaud? You bit your lip, and squared your jaw (that thing you did when you were deep in thought); Blowing your hair away from your face, you remembered me, beside you- gave a little start, then tilted your head, just a trace, and angled it toward me- and gave it a teasing, haughty toss (the image I saw, which stopped my heart). Leaning over, then, to me we kissed- playfully, at first- then lingeringly... And I felt the shiver- the familiar ache- resonate through me- more relevant even than poetry can ever hope to be. Beautiful girl (girl of my heart)- ever shall you be keeper of my fevered soul- enchantress, of my dreams...

you plopped one right on the kisser i broke out in hives you called the doctor I called his wives our faces seem to boo each other and then slam together like cuckolds i like to jiggle your jowls with my tongue you like to try to talk while yer cheeks bulge it was a good suggestion you had we should do it every day to saddle up and ride stallions and lean over and kiss away i admit i get bipolar when i get caught between your vices like when our teeth got stuck that time you were smoking & drinking and it turned into a family crisis your lips taste best in chocolate can i smear it around your gums? 'sposed to be quite popular among kings when they're doin' their laundry in the slums i hope i never leave this subject there's so much to write about there seem to be lips comin' at me from everywhere if only i can get the word out Elizabeth Barrett Browning

roflmao!!!! ohmigod! *cackle* *laugh* WOw! *sniff* *giggle* that must be one of her lesser known ones, Leplep! (suffice it to say, you've surely pissed someone off, but damn that was funny!)

indeed... could be though that one must first experience a thing (i.e., a woman's lips, etc.) to comprehend or appreciate it... (regardless of that, the denigration of the feelings of others is repugnant... can be an illuminating process though)

hungry kisses.....these are the best, oh, but then there's the timid, touching, waiting kisses, those are good. if'n yer gonna kiss someone, do it right, no pecks on the lips, these are cold and unfeeling. oh, i needs a kissy.......

me too. (hungry ones!)

I've got a few extra, you two wanna come by and pick them up?

you offer them to go???

I think we both know the answer to that one...

no mustard, mayo, pickles, or, and especially this, onions! and hurry!!

okay, you just got to remember: you can't share! they are packaged to go for the buyer only!!!

Not sure I understood Nick's reply. What part of the (very humorous) verse was denigrating the feelings of others? And are we to infer that Nick's lips have never known those of a woman???

Oh, wait a sec. I may have been trying to interpret an inside joke. If so, my apologies, Nick & co. But whoever wrote the verse (I ain't buying EBB for a second), it was very adroit, and I enjoyed it immensely.

no worries, wer, no sharing on my part.....

Charlotte, the fact is was not written by EBB but noted as such (humorously of course) is what I was referring to when I mentioned delicate sensibilities might be irritated (in all those Browning fans). I didn't mean to confuse anyone.

Ah. :) THanks, Stacey. ALl is clear. Well, whoever wrote it...post some more!

now this topic just won't go away....

hey... you fixed it! (it went away) hmmm... yeah but i probably broke it again (shit)

maybe it only works if we say something....

damn if that's the case we're REALLY in trouble

guess we gotta talk all night, man, what a bummer.....

ummmmm...

and?

-in the end the love you take is equal to the love-

(your turn, by the way)

you make....so I guess I don't get any *grin*

know that song, too

oh?

-boy! (buddy holly, right?) (isn't this fun?)

if you say so.......

think the lyric is actually a little different- but that's okay (probably some weird cajun derivation thing)

gets lost in the translation, you know... didja ever read your mail?

(nevermind)

no... i've received no mail from you, at least not the past couple of days... (will check again though)

just sent a card a few days ago so it's probably not showing up as from me. don't worry about it, no big deal. you never did tell me why you're so happy (not that you shouldn't be)

no... i've received no mail from you, at least not the past couple of days... (will check again though)

is there an echo in here?

sorry bout that... checked my mail, and then hit refresh (double entered... um shit)... anyway... what're you getting at? does it really require an explanation? and where HAVE all the flowers gone, anyway?

nothing...no, i'm sorry, not "getting at" anything. the flowers look pretty sad (at least the ones at my house). gotta go, sweetie, g'night......

okay... goodnight... (and... well... "young girls picked 'em/ every one"... yeah, knew that all along)...

don't tell me I gotta spend all nite talkin to ya, Nick, so this topic won't dry up and go away now that Wolf's gone to bed...

actually, i sort of thought that's what elke and i were doing (drying up the topic and making people wish it would go away)

you know us... ever the suckers for punishment... (and I mean that most affectionately about all of us non-firthers...)

(not that i'm incapable of doing so by myself)... (not that i'm proud or anything)...

a non-proud irishman? must not be drunk yet...

the punishment thing... no, i don't like that (and- really- aren't we all firthers? you know, after our fashion? dylan said it... "gotta firth somebody")...

actually, was being ironic ("i'm not proud")... (of course the irony would work better if i was drunk)

i thought it went, i want somebody to firth i need somebody to firth i want somebody to firth me

that was grace slick (a very (but very) firthworthy creature her ownself) (in her time)

okay, how about early one morning the sun was shining and I was firthing in bed wondering if she'd changed at all if her hair was still red or maybe a one-eyed undertaker posts a futile firth

excellent... (and have you seen grace slick's picture recently, by the way? she looks like miss kitty on heroin or something)

can't say as I have... did you read the New Thinking I sent you on Digital Age History? a couple of points in it reminded me of you...

yes i did (and thank you, by the way)... agreed with what he said, in the main (though my conceptions re:history are probably a little more insular than his, at least as i perceived them expressed)

no problem...you oughta subscribe it's where I got the one I posted in books, also... definitely my favorite mailing list of theirs gotta go take a nap, I suppose ciao

g'night...

Couldn't find one with the word kiss in it, but this is one I wrote about the grace in the aftermath. Morning After 3/29/98 Snow entwines tendril fingers through freshly washed hair we stand in this early morning sky. Your eyes embrace me with camomile heat, and I am lost again in the crevices of your smile. folding over me like a Navajo blanket. Amidst these dancing prisms, which cling to our bodies, rekindling last night�s embrace, we skate nostalgic, like ice dancers caught up in the rhythm of a primal dance.

Wolf, This did not show up on the topic list as a new post? I thought when a new post went in it showed up there to indicate activity in that area?

it showed up for me. but when you post something and after you hit submit, it shows up for you to check but then when you hit the poetry conference link, it won't show it as new to you, just the rest of us.

Thanks!

This Is kinda a regretfull/yearning one, kind of "the girl that got away" type thing... Her Kiss- Wish I could, Help you. Wish you would, Make a choice. What I feel for you. Can hear it in my voice. Sometimes I feel, So alone. How do you feel, About me now. Should have known, Even now. To good for me- You are. Hear my silent plea? You can. I�m not to far. Make a choice, if you can. Can�t promise no pain. We can get through it together. You�re driving me insane. My love for you does this. Thinking ever, All I felt in your kiss� Justin Scharwat � Apr 10 2001

nice! thanks for posting!!