By terry
Date: 18 January 2001

Covenant of a Kiss

I could tell from the sound of your voice;
from the very first syllable
that your day had been rough.
The kind of day that is determined to eat you up,
chew real hard awhile
and spit you out at the end,
beaten, bent, discouraged and utterly depleted.
And wanting only to ease your mind
tease your senses,
I knew I did not have the words to say,
I could not write a poem
guiding your sore, weary way back
into your heart's lost grace.
There was no song I could sing
No promises that would bring quiet
peace to your spirit this night.
What was truly needed
Was the heated touch of a lover
Not my words, nor poetry.
Not my songs nor promises, but
Love, pure and simple
and sealed by
the Covenant of my Kiss.




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