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Kiss<\/strong><\/p>\n A pop, a flush of flame, the chill And, oh, that mouth, that north and south <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Peter De Ville<\/strong> has worked as a university lecturer in Italy. He writes poetry : Open Eye<\/a><\/em> , Ciao Marco Martial<\/em> (Shoestring Press<\/a>), prose, is a translator and reviewer. He is a Bogliasco Foundation Fellow in Literature \u2013 Creative Writing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Kiss A pop, a flush of flame, the chill falls back to walls and panes. The fire will have its evening feast. The keeper serves the hissing snakes, the hollow, roaring throat, the crackle and the cackle, and the lisping whistles simpering from its golden mouth when the rage of birth leaves […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5167","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5167","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5167"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5167\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5169,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5167\/revisions\/5169"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5167"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5167"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfalls back to walls and panes.
\nThe fire will have its evening feast.
\nThe keeper serves the hissing snakes,
\nthe hollow, roaring throat, the crackle
\nand the cackle, and the lisping whistles
\nsimpering from its golden mouth
\nwhen the rage of birth leaves it for a time.<\/p>\n
\npouting, puckering a kiss to graze lazy
\ncheeks, nipped tips, a stiffened neck,
\npeachy lips that draw cool eyelids near.
\nBut no, I\u2019ve seen tables, chairs, pianos
\nmouthed in a flash, you rot them to the core.
\nYour sizzling kuss is for the whole world
\none day they say. You\u2019ve not kissed me.
\nBut then, before your sun kisses the earth
\nyou\u2019ll melt me kissing all my body, utterly.<\/p>\n