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Kiss
A sudden jolt
After the three minutes long kiss
That could have lasted till the end of the world.
These are called moments of refinement in sex
Like the poetic refrains of some Michelangelo.
Maybe because life is short, sweet & sexy
And the philosophers contradict healthy tips,
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away”.
So that when the lips lock again
The horizon of chemistry expands
Beyond France,
Powered by two wildly civilized human beings
Once narrowly escaped from cultural control
Peace, amen!
After the three minutes long kiss
That could have lasted till the end of the world.
These are called moments of refinement in sex
Like the poetic refrains of some Michelangelo.
Maybe because life is short, sweet & sexy
And the philosophers contradict healthy tips,
“An apple a day keeps the doctor away”.
So that when the lips lock again
The horizon of chemistry expands
Beyond France,
Powered by two wildly civilized human beings
Once narrowly escaped from cultural control
Peace, amen!
Published 5th Sep 2012
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Anonymous
6th Sep 2012 12:10pm
Was Michelangelo a poet? The ampersand in verse two feels unneeded, as you use "and" in the next line.
This is a beautifully simple and invigorating poem. It perfectly captures romance and whimsy. I loved the second verse, which flowed like water and was infused with good humour. A nice cheery poem, with a very appropriate picture beside it.
All critique is JMHO. Thanks for the read.
This is a beautifully simple and invigorating poem. It perfectly captures romance and whimsy. I loved the second verse, which flowed like water and was infused with good humour. A nice cheery poem, with a very appropriate picture beside it.
All critique is JMHO. Thanks for the read.
6th Sep 2012 1:09pm
Hey Jack...Thanks for pointing out the ampersand mistake. I know that I am always poor at editing and your keen student. As for Michelangelo, I was talking about the poetic refrain in the poem, " The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", where the exact verse was, " In the room the women come and go, talking of Michaelangelo."
Michaelangelo was an artiste I suppose.
Michaelangelo was an artiste I suppose.
