A lonely kiss
Be but a gift,
Said for too long
Was made to wait,
With no one there
Mindful of its bliss…
Wouldst not a kiss
Chose designate,
A proper mate
To want embrace,
Be surely more
Than but a gift…
Hence ensues way
This kiss per se
Remains alive,
To so express
Its fated place,
Of giving life
A stake for soul
Thus meant to be,
Alas its august goal!
Poetry on a canapé 
Oh, this is so lovely. A little sad (a lonely kiss) but that a kiss is even there awaiting its destination, a beautiful thought. Novel, indeed. 🙂
Thank you Paulette…there are times when I need remove myself from sociological observations and the like, for things of the heart expressed in an abstract way or indulged on a fanciful level. I’m afraid I am not a very disciplined poetry writer, of sorts. That influence I left way back when we were taught poetry format etc. Long since disappeared. That you an accomplished author and others appreciate the work, remains my true reward. Jean-Jacques
Formulaic anything…throw it all away and stay with your heart dictating your hand, which you do so wonderfully. Your friend, Paulette
You are a woman of good counsel, and most encouraging. Thank you kind friend… Jean-Jacques
I love that – ‘giving life soul’. Very well written. Excellent.