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The Last Lips I Kissed
by Ken HarnischLately I’ve come to wonder if
The last lips I kissed
Will be the last lips I’ll ever kiss
A morbid thought
To a poet, and a man
Who has sought
Understanding in arms
Beyond his own
And lips not
Necessarily confined
By vows
But oh the kiss
Did always thrill me
And its anticipation
And expectations
For poetry unwritten
Kept me coming back to
The well
To sustain the life
I was never sure I lived
The eagerness to live
That life remains
Even as the candle seems to dim
On possibilities
For its expansion
And my lips, like
My poetry, still yearn
For moments untasted
And hearts untouched
Still: I lift the veil at times
And see the pinprick
Of the oncoming light,
And in that rumination
I find myself wondering
If the last lips I kissed
Will be the last lips I ever kiss 05/14/2007 Posted on 05/14/2007
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 05/14/07 at 01:27 PM The voice of yearning.... beautifully stated. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/14/07 at 02:31 PM Sometimes I wonder this too Ken about myself. Thanks for the eloquent reminder; a little morbidity helps us to appreciate life. Good to read you again. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 05/16/07 at 05:20 AM Heart touching... that ache and yearn come through quite clearly. I think perhaps most people have felt this a time or two, but you write it so well anyone could feel it simply by reading this |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 11/05/07 at 01:04 PM If kisses were words then never let go of your poetic pen for there-in lies the key to the everkiss. A kiss can never be the last when it is imprinted in one's essence ... *m.a |
| Posted by Melissa Panther on 12/18/08 at 11:27 PM I love the softness of thought expressed here...you have a way of being authentic that is lovely to the core. |
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