Kisses, Not Kisses

Kisses, Not Kisses

The flesh is not the flesh when flesh becomes
our talisman for what we think we want
and what we want burns in a truth beyond
our lust. The kiss is not the kiss, the hand
on skin is not the hand on skin, failing
to bring the joy that flames in sweet desire —
that joy of nakedness to nakedness
from thigh to thigh with breath commingling sighs.

Now then we learn the truth that what we yearn
for lies hidden deeper in the heart than
what a surface flash excites — that what we
yearn for, the flesh is too remiss to give.
Kisses, not kisses and love, not the love
desired, it’s not flesh, but our soul on fire.

James Ciletti


About Ciletti

Jim Ciletti, an award winning poet, filmmaker, and author, is the 2010-2012, Poet Laureate of the Pikes Peak region, and for 41 years, poet-in-residence for the Orme School Fine Arts Festival. Jim gives many workshops on the writing and performance of poetry, and makes poetry house calls to create personal poetry events. Ciletti loves everything Italian, including cooking for family and friends, and loves to plant garlic, make homemade wine, and eating peaches and plums. "Everyday is Christmas, but you don't always get everything you ask for. Sometimes more. Poetry celebrates life."
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One Response to Kisses, Not Kisses

  1. Helen Hudson says:

    ah….plumlover, you are so right….it IS the “soul on fire” we seek (not the “soul on ice” Eldridge Cleaver made famous. But never forget the words from “As Time Goes By”………….”You must remember this…..a kiss is still a kiss…………”

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