The Unfinished Kiss
The tide rose between us,
not as a wall but a breath—
salt‑heavy, unfinished,
like a sentence cut short.
Your mouth leaned forward,
mine leaned back,
and the air between
became a circle we almost closed.
Above us, constellations
shifted their shoulders,
stars rearranging
into a pattern we never named.
The kiss remains—
not absence, not presence,
but a shadow tide
that returns each night,
closing and unclosing,
closing and unclosing.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
A lovely ethereal feel to this poem that leaves an unfinished but touching and lingering feeling of longing. It speaks feelings not able to be put in words.
Some things don’t die or disappear; thanks dear Soren 🕊🙏🏻
You are most welcome Cryptic
Personally, now that I have lost my teeth, can I say, glory days?
Most certainly!🕊🙏🏻
Good write A. Yes, KP's mouth opening and closing like a trout. I dread the next kiss from her - and the next one, and the next one..... lol.
You know you love them! 🕊🙏🏻
That you there, A, looking distinguished?! lol.
Hahaha… in my dreams🤣
My friend, this reminds me how some moments never end…they just keep returning like tides in dreams. You captured that perfectly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Ah the stuff of ‘young once’! 🕊🙏🏻
I know...right?!?!
😂yes, and to spend the mid-life crises and beyond through poetry doesn't seem half bad 😍👊🙏🕊️
Not at all! LOL!
Wonderful words Rik.
Andy
Thanks, Andy🙏🏻🕊️
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