My preferred method of creativity is usually the short story but occasionally I've been known to delve into the poetic realm . here is an example, about of a piece of Art that I have always liked and my other favorite Art form, kissing. I had seen the picture many times but until i was kissed with passion a love it didn't have that meaning and relevance to it. Then I wanted to capture that enlightenment of knowing and being a veteran of the art of the kiss and admiring the work and appreciating the sentiment that went into the work.
I think kissing is an art form and not everyone approaches the subject with the passion it deserves. I think the best part of the budding teenage years is the innocence of youth and the kissing centric mentality. Does anyone just take their time anymore and turn out the lights and just make out for a good long time anymore? I hope so and i hope my poem inspires you to kiss more , look at art more and live more.
Peace and Happiness
The Amoristicpillow
The Kiss
It was just a painting
Once I thought
Just canvas and oil
Intricately poised on the wall
It was purely visual
To me it had no heart
It was just art
Something to look at
But that was before
Before I found you
Before long wet kisses
Stolen glances
Hot embraces
Flushed faces
Before daydreams of love
The scent of sweat
Never smelled so fine
While bodies entwine
Now I know
The ecstasy that moment
Of boiling blood
Waves of surging heat
The lightness of my head
No longer missing
That something untouchable
Finally whole
Lost in the art of kissing
Now I look and smile
I understand
I relate, I know
That kiss
I think kissing is an art form and not everyone approaches the subject with the passion it deserves. I think the best part of the budding teenage years is the innocence of youth and the kissing centric mentality. Does anyone just take their time anymore and turn out the lights and just make out for a good long time anymore? I hope so and i hope my poem inspires you to kiss more , look at art more and live more.
Peace and Happiness
The Amoristicpillow
The Kiss
It was just a painting
Once I thought
Just canvas and oil
Intricately poised on the wall
It was purely visual
To me it had no heart
It was just art
Something to look at
But that was before
Before I found you
Before long wet kisses
Stolen glances
Hot embraces
Flushed faces
Before daydreams of love
The scent of sweat
Never smelled so fine
While bodies entwine
Now I know
The ecstasy that moment
Of boiling blood
Waves of surging heat
The lightness of my head
No longer missing
That something untouchable
Finally whole
Lost in the art of kissing
Now I look and smile
I understand
I relate, I know
That kiss