The Perfect Kiss

Deep woods, a mossy path, the moistened breeze,

Violets, dew drop kissed,

'Tis a sweet September.

The gurgling river, frolicking butterflies,

A vast green enchanting meadow,

A  walk together.

Twilight phantasm or the true paradise?

Created by the dark clouds and the slight thunder.

Under the tree bowers and the vines twined together.

His hands, with infinitesimal tenderness

Hold my fingers and draw me closer

Those chocolate brown, love filled eyes

Hold the soul captive, the mind sighs,

His warm breath thaws the frozen heart.

‘Never again shall it be cold,’ he whispers

Looking deep into my eyes.

'Because it'll stay here, now and forever'

He touches his heart.

As his lips gently kiss mine,

We feel the approving divine sign.

The first drops of rain step down

Blessing this moment so pristine.

Overwhelming, mystifying, pacifying.

Tears cloud my sight, spill out,

Masked by the façade of rain.
He tastes it on my lips, the salt

And gently cocoons me in his arms,

Craddling my head against himself.

‘We’ll always have this moment’,

He promises and kisses me again.

‘Tis the perfect kiss

The absolute bliss.