New Kiss

 

Forget the old—

 

there’s no time

like the present,

and no place

 

like the honeycomb-home

of your lips.  Lick

those ruby reds—

 

meet mine, glossed,

sugar-frost

-ed,

 

and salt me

with your wizardry

of bliss.

 

 

© 2025 Jennifer Wagner

 

Poem-A-Day 27:  title a poem “New (blank)”

Poetic Bloomings:  write a “Forget (blank)” poem