The Kiss inhales my sight
I wonder
do their tongues
exchange saliva?
Do marble bodies throb?
Has monotony stolen their desire?
I long to stroke unyielding skins
find signs of vibrant life.
Across the room, hand inside his cloak
Balzac watches my desire
joins my study
of a young woman’s torso
no arms
bronze flesh
hard breasts
Would she weep if given life?
I glide my fingers
along her curvature of hip
a guard reacts
to this endearing touch.
Unceremoniously he escorts
me from the room.
At the exit, I wave a kiss
into her parted lips.
Previously published in: Manorborn, 2005 and Life In Me Like Grass On Fire, 2011
AUTHOR BIO: John is a sculptor always looking for another place to exhibit. He gives poetry readings, acts and directs in Community Theater. He appeared as a scurvy looking corpse on Homicide and as a shopper on WIRE. Laurel Mill Playhouse and Greenbelt Arts Center produced his one-act play, The Pranksters. The MacGuffin, The Meadow, Flesh and Blood, Aoife’s Kiss, Thema, BareBone, Modern Haiku, Writers Journal, Premonitions are some of the magazines that published his work.