THE GRIT OF STONE IN A KISS

© 2009 Howard McQueen

So, I’ve cast the first stone, so you say,
in the fold of the first anxious, emboldened kiss
planted upon your crumbing fortress wall
adorned with the graffiti of broken love fragments.

I see shades of your beauty-torment arise
As this boundary-shattering love-offering arrives
well ahead of your orders to open the welcoming gaits.

I am stone mason, chipping away with kiss,
I am landscaper, placing stones in your shaded rock garden,
along side the basil and fine Italian herbs and the deep pooled reserves of passion.

More kisses are added to the storehouse
Awaiting another place and time
a filling in of maturity, letting this be a finer wine,
shared in the fullness of respect and reciprocity.
Perhaps not with the same face, but another,
manifest through the mystery.



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This dedicated to all the feminine energies that remind the masculine of the sacredness of approach and the asking of permission and honoring the answer, no matter how full we are in any particular moment. How very challenging it is to lay the foundation and connect into an everyday intimacy with our lover. It would be lovely to have your comments (anonymity is practiced) - Howard@mcq.com