Ph: Love: Pow! Right On The Kisser! Poem by Brian Johnston

In my best dreams you plant one (POW! Right on the kisser!)
but not with your fists, my dear, war's touch is fiercer
than lips I aspire to, that tastes more like passion, chance given,
poor heart so enraptured by glances. By mercies I'm riven,
feel hog-tied and gagged in your presence, my soul ice,
blood boils (at the same time) , mind locked - is this paradise?

Will life's end know the answer, must blood pay for verdict?
Is love on God's path for my life? Am I addict
just looking for hit, hooked on smack? Place reserved at Love's table,
a chance I'll be chosen to join who sits there? As I'm able
(dear loved ones) I'll save seats for you! Christ's the soul's hope,
His Grace said, 'sufficient for all! ' (If faith saves that's dope) !


Brian Johnston
November 18th in 2022