A Reminder

Spoken Poetry Reading
Broadway Pub
Tuesday July 12
Sign-ups 8:30
Readings start at 9:30

I read at the Endzone's Open Mic night last night. Had a damn good time. It has been awhile since I have gotten to read to somebody other than myself. I was just as nervous as always, then once I got going, wished I had more stuff. Always seems to work that way.

Found this on Poetry Daily this morning by Stephen Dunn.

The Kiss

She pressed her lips to mind.
— A typo

How many years I must have yearned
for someone's lips against mind.
Pheromones, newly born, were floating
between us. There was hardly any air.

She kissed me again, reaching that place
that sends messages to toes and fingertips,
then all the way to something like home.
Some music was playing on its own.

Nothing like a woman who knows
to kiss the right thing at the right time,
then kisses the things she's missed.
How had I ever settled for less?

I was thinking this is intelligence,
this is the wisest tongue
since the Oracle got into a Greek's ear,
speaking sense. It's the Good,

defining itself. I was out of my mind.
She was in. We married as soon as we could.