The Poetry of Kissing

In many ways the title says it all. Kissing is poetry. The kiss is perhaps the most loving and intimate moment there is. It is amongst our most soothing and treasured memories. And perhaps also our most erotic. This volume is not about the kiss of a mother to her child's scraped knee, or the father to his baby's head as he settles down to sleep. No, when the poets here talk of the kiss, they describe the longing and desire, the want and hunger to be part of something that so connects them to another that it can transcend all manner of reason and decorum. That first kiss can be something so anticipated that it is almost electric. A thousand volt charge of tension and pleasure. It is also addictive. Who has not wanted to kiss on? Who has not kissed some part of a lover that shrugs off convention in the taming of desire? Who has not kissed, or been kissed by surprise, in wonderment or even on a street corner in the squalling rain. The kiss takes us where our dreams want to go.