This is one of two poems I wrote of Rodin's, "The Kiss".

Susan*

This morning sun is squinting in...to glisten where our love has been
Embroiled in play that touched the nerves and bleached the walls with shadows curve
The dance of love that tore the silence and whispered screams of lust and balance
For in the night with passions calling came the answer of provocative lolling
When lust won out over common sense and juices seethed until they bent
From tweaks that spoke to nerves on fire and called upon loves true desires
And two who took from suckled love and stuck to sheets while just above
The bed of shadows rocked to sleep provoked the night with passions deep
And lulled these two to doze with hums that pushed and tugged until did come
The final dew from love so deep that pooled and stuck them to the sheets
The throws of love that never lacked...stuck back to front and front to back
In love's embrace till dawn awoke their love again that gently spoke
Again to toss and moan with sighs and promises ever...with no good-byes.
To seal this love for time to keep and love again then fall asleep.

© 2007 Susan Kathryn de Vegter