It is this kiss that makes me weep,
Brings tears to my eyes, uncensored:
I can taste the satisfaction
Of the sadness
The awareness
The sweetness of writing words.

Can you pepper-on the beauty of a musical chord?
Can you speak to the soul and ask it questions?
Are your words latent? Are they magnetic? Are they hinting at the human condition?
Do they beg the question.

I have met wonderful women,
and wonderful men
and gorgeous uncles
and beautiful friends

The human race is an experience; a serious sequence of events
Kissed upon thine lips and memorised by a gentle stirring of frequent fancy.