kiss boom


there are electrons passing from my lips to yours 

when we kiss 

some infinite number of universes  

dissolve between us in the warm spit of passion 

and when I close my eyes and feel your tongue 

ask such sweet questions it's like  

it’s like 

the most enormous thing 

could not possibly mean less  

and I can feel it now  

it is the life that we live again as we die 

and it is long and it is warm and it is easy 

◄ the bird and the puddle


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Stu Buck

Sun 14th Jul 2019 13:04

cheers keith! always nice to hear my work resonates with people. thats why we write i think

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keith jeffries

Sun 14th Jul 2019 12:25


profound with each line a gem.

Thanks, Keith

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Stu Buck

Sat 13th Jul 2019 14:09

cheers guys. lovely comments as ever. meant to perform this last night and completely forgot about it. bugger.

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Fri 12th Jul 2019 22:32

When I read this sort of poem I feel it has experienced a birth and has a life unique of its own; I think your work is almost subconscious and springs feed it . In other words you inspire me Stu ! A real sense of the internalising of the close up here.


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Martin Elder

Fri 12th Jul 2019 19:33

What a great opening line Stu. It really drew me in to another fabulous poem

nice one

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