Poetry Corner

THE KISS
by Karin Sveen

My eyes do not see you
for my lids are gently held closed
as you move toward me
in anticipation…

My breath catches for a second
and I sense more than feel
the very beat of your heart
in anticipation…

the saltiness of your skin
is a perfume to me
and I long for your touch
with anticipation…

Softly pressed lip to lip
in a greeting so tender
and with great gladness
there is no longer
the anticipation…
but the kiss.