Next Time I Kiss A Woman Poem by Uriah Hamilton
Next Time I Kiss A Woman
In this barroom,
They serve shots of despair
For alienated patrons to drink
And add further misery
To their laundry list of cares.
In August,
A man can be a hero
To his wife and child.
In September,
Sweeping their footsteps
From off the verandah.
In this life,
Tenderness is rare
Like an exotic African bird
Preserved in photography
In a coffee table book.
Next time I kiss a woman,
I’ll taste her breath
Slowly and sweetly,
Linger in her eyes
For eternity
Before I make my exit
And retreat into the shadows
Of another prolonged exile.
spending a little time between kisses, Uriah? I know the feeling. At the risk of saying too much, i was spoiled at college. Touching write (enthralling opening) ! Sus.
Sadly beautiful....Vivid images...sobering tone(no pun intended) ...like the taste of metaphor employed..Quality stuff, Uriah... Still a Supporter, ......F.j.R.
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One could not read this poem and remain unmoved. Compelling imagery, immeasurable sadness, and beauty that is truth indeed. World class, Uriah. Sandra