A Kiss (English Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(after George Wither)

Closed are you sunny radiant lovely eyes
where next to me you lie and I look in awe,
where to your passionate hot lips access lies
while slowly your sweet breath you do draw

and I wonder if a single kiss I could steal
where it would bring an own kind of bliss
and that nothing would that theft reveal
where it's not something you would miss

and suddenly open by themselves your eyes glow
a soft hand reaches to my cheek and touches me
you look at me as of my intentions you do know
where in their depths I do happiness and love see

and before I know it your lips are burning on mine
they taste of the summer sun, happiness and wine.

[Reference:"A stolen kiss" by George Wither.]

© Gert Strydom