A KISS 
     By Sarah Elizabeth Hume


 A kiss does dwell upon the skin,
 so purely,
 so softly,
 until is seeps deeply within the supple cloth,
 like warm summer rain melting into river water.

 It lies there like a whispered secret,
 gentle and warming as a candle's glow.

 So sweetly your gift did come to me
 with open hand
 so sweetly mine shall return to you
 with open heart...