Startled by Existence

That kiss… valentine’s 2002

(A poem to the wifee)

That Kiss could liberate some thunder-

add another number to the wonders of the world.

That kiss could wake a sleeping bear

or bare a sleeping wake(?)

That kiss could soften hearts of granite

or ...

populate a planet.

That kiss could tear titanium

that kiss could juvenate my cranium

That Kiss will make the great wall fall

That kiss will echo down the halls – of history

That Kiss would make the Amish fight

That Kiss would stir a starry night

That kiss would tickle Van Gough's ear

That kiss was better than two beers – ice cold,

after mowing the grass on a hot August day.

That Kiss would make ol’ Rodin think;

“Hey I could use another couple for that statue.”

That kiss could make a hula hoop

That kiss could cure the world of crupe

That kiss could make a grown man try--

teach old-dogs tricks or pigs to fly

That kiss forgot the Alamo

That kiss would make a short man grow

That kiss could elevate my status

That kiss could take us to the stratus

That Kiss could resurrect my thirst

That kiss exceeded liver wurst

That kiss was warm and chase and pure

That kiss was holy and demure

that Kiss was truly undefiled,

tender, moist, and somewhat wild.

That kiss could liberate Tibet

That kiss,

My Dear, was heaven sent.