Osculation

just one kiss that lingers
like salt on chapped lips
will be etched forever
a souvenir of gentle fingers
a heart that skips
a holding of breath until lungs are fit to burst
a ghostly tingle
that echoes
in each little kiss
that follows

Kim M. Russell, 11th February 2018

Related image
René Magritte. Les amants,1928 – image found on Pinterest

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: A Prelude to a Kiss

De is our quadrille host this week and she’s greeting us with a kiss!

63 thoughts on “Osculation

  1. I too like the salt on chapped lips. There is feeling in the pain, the brushing of the tongue across the lips that brings a slight taste of salt. Shows one is alive and hopefully. waiting for more kisses. Although the Magritte is a bit creepy.

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  2. A touch of Poe in this one. The illustration is perfection, illustrating the message. It does not drop to the level of necrophilia, but metaphorically it is indeed chilling.

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  3. the one to which the rest that follow will be measured. it had to be searing to hold that place of honor in your memory. it can also be a curse for others’ lips that follow… there’s a story here, i can feel it.

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  4. At first I thought this was perhaps the memory of a first kiss, though the wonderful line the chapped lips hints at something else. Then it seems ghostly. . . I felt unsettled reading it. The Magritte is definitely creepy!

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  5. That image….oh my! Brings to mind “captured in love”….I’ve been watchng too many Castle reruns and other mystery shows. “like salt on chapped lips” is a visceral line….I can see the cracked lips and feel that burn. This kiss is one not to be forgotten….heart quickening. I just looked up the title….I admit I didn’t really know the meaning of it. “when two curved lines meet” —- ah now I truly see the connection to the image. Perhaps we can think that even when covered, with something between, these lips recognize the power in their meeting. A really interesting take on the poem….made more so by the image you’ve chosen. Did you write first and then find the image? Or find the image and then write?

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  6. I have spent two days thinking about this post, Kim. I think first of your choice in image – the Margritte – highly symbolic of that truth that even in a moment of great intimacy, we hide our true selves, shrouded like death and what we lose in intimacy is like unto death to us and our relationships. Then I go to your poem and see similar paradoxes; the kiss like salt on chapped lips – both stings and preserves, the lungs that give life with breathe are nearly burst, and all of these mysteries wrapped in the absolutes of geometry. This is superb writing.

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