That Little Kiss


That little brush between two lips
Breathless brevity and lingering bliss,
Blameless thoughts beguile, bewitch
When I recall that little kiss...

A liaison made haphazardly
But still a bit of destiny
Hastened Hope to sing in me
And left me feeling fancy free.

Felicity can flirt with fate
And give the heart just a taste
But what was done in moment's haste
Is ever in my soul embraced.

That little brush between two lips
Lingers on and grows no less
Now what is past I'll always miss
When I recall that little kiss...

Sharon Frye