hi, interesting take on a topic on this forum…
i wrote poetry…so include a poem…please challenge the morality if needed…
such a universal thing-a kiss…the poem is about my girl friend…i am catholic…
i appreciate jesus in my mate of choosing-appreciate jesus in the significant other-you see!(oh copy right pending please-it is from an unpublished work-for a paper back book)
You are the fox-I am the hound by david patrick
The break room fills-
One office guy greets the crew,
”Are we having fun, yet?”
Another is heard to greet, “Alright!”
His habit, to exclaim
As if at a foot ball game,
A natural reply, before being asked:”How are you?”
Conversation around the water cooler: “Dating women-I call that the CHASE.”
When a man recommends something will guarantee perfect happiness-
(Well, reason says be suspicious any source that promises absolute happiness!)
You know the men? Wearing pressed trousers with a crease,
Sitting on a high and mighty macho chair, without a care-
The taboo topic surfaces-three men, each, talk of kissing their mate.
One says, “It’s like a good type of crazy.”
Next, it’s like a puppet show;
Or, it’s like CPR;
Oh! Those – common men who talk at work-
Each must practice being fake; how much can a person take?
Sometimes, a kiss might be a happy meeting or a greeting.
But, ‘perfect happiness, ’not ‘fun,’ nor ‘alright!’ afterwards, does not a kiss…make…
If love really is a ‘chase,’ by chance,
Why the fox?
Why the hound?
What exactly is between the lips of a kiss?
Silent… moon,
Eyes shut, in the darkened room.
You are a red fox-I am the hound.
Your lips (I know) are red-I give chase.
We together KISS.
That exact moment-
Each different with original-exactness:
The next kiss becomes deeper,
A kiss that is thanks and gratitude, and appreciation,
For all your acts of kindness,
Literally saving my life, by risking your own-(remember?) on realistic ground.
You are the fox-I am the hound.
A kiss to say:” I am sorry.”
Sorry for when a man finds himself living in a world
Listening to a destructive self-speak (of what a man tells himself)
Of shouldn’ts-shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t do that ;
For my escape, from my inward self hate-
A kiss might free from which I had been bound.
You are the fox-I am the hound.
A kiss to alleviate,
For such suffering-
To share your suffering, a kiss profound!
You are the fox-I am the hound.
We together
-eyes shut, in the darkened room.
A kiss to remember, to recall happy events, remembering when…
Not two alone… for there is a third powerful real person between the lips of a kiss,
Named LOVE-We are all one-without sound.
You are the fox-I am the hound.
by david patrick