There was no hint that he <br />would take my hand <br />and there plant a kiss. <br /> <br /> <br />There was no warning <br />that it would tingle first <br />and rush to my very center; <br /> <br /> <br />the brush of soft lips <br />I think <br />the unusualness, <br />the velvety breath <br />those eyes of his <br />looking up as he placed <br />his mouth there lingering <br />which too <br />caused another rush <br />rudding my cheeks <br />to crimson hue. <br /> <br />No one kisses hands these days <br />but he did; <br />and I so suprized I almost curtised <br />but flummoxed instead I <br />placed my hand <br />on his adoring cheek <br />planting there <br />my own kiss; <br /> <br />a gesture proffered <br />but meantime he <br />took my hand <br />and placed it upon his other cheek- <br />a startling match between hand and kiss <br />was all it took <br />for romance to begin- <br /> <br /> <br />no matter how far any romance might go- <br />because in love <br />much is to be said for perfect beginnings <br />and small gestures.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-kissed-hand/
