Neon Kisses–Open Link Night at dVerse Poets’ Pub


Neon Kisses

I didn’t notice the color of your jacket
or your eyes.
Battered by rain and wind
we walked side-by-side.
Neon lights reflected on wet asphalt
blinked their messages in blurred colors.

Nor did I notice where you took me
or that we had to wait for hours.
Your words hung, suspended in air
like notes of a symphonic chorus,
at times harmonic chords,
reverberated, crashing down around me.

I didn’t notice that the rain had stopped,
leaving in the air a fragrant breath
of moon-fresh night.
Nor did I grasp the fact that when you left
the cold closed in, enveloped me like a shroud.

The only thing I hold in memory:
kisses. The taste you left upon my lips,
your touch,
your smile.

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33 thoughts on “Neon Kisses–Open Link Night at dVerse Poets’ Pub

  1. ROMANCE in capital letters … so intense and grippingly sensuous.
    WOW … dream-like.
    Toodles, Izzy

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  2. Bodhirose says:

    I like that the memories are of his kisses, touches and his smile.

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  3. Wonderful depiction of how memory affects us. How beautiful. It just took me back 35 years to a similar night when I kissed a young woman too. I don’t remember what she was wearing, really just a conglomerate of different things that I remember seeing her wear around that time. I don’t specifically remember the sheen of the wet cobblestone street, but I know it was cobblestone and I know it was wet. I’m sure it was overcast and no stars were shining, but my memory doesn’t recall that specifically. I don’t remember which gasthouse in Goeppingen, Germany we had just left, we visited so many. But I do remember holding her hand very well, feeling the warmth of it in my own, even today. I remember stopping our gait, turning to look at one another, her falling into me, me embracing her, pushing her back against the side of a small, random darkened house on this narrow, 16th century street at two o’clock in the morning. I don’t remember the color of that house. Or the name of the street. But I succinctly remember the taste of her lip gloss and wishing that moment would never end. A memory that was somehow tucked away, saved for those special moments, and when I read splendid poems like this one. I just wanted you to know that is what your poem did to me. Thank you……

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  4. Lovely. And I like the changes of colour.

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  5. Now this is my kind of read right here! Love love love it! A new fave! 🙂

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  6. mairmusic says:

    Lovely, romantic– the starry-eyed breathlessness is contagious. Nice.

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  7. ~L says:

    You kinda left me speechless… I shall read it again… I liked it that much.

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  8. Your comment on mine made me … smile! Hope you find a waterfall not too far away *winks

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  9. oh, this was a delight! my type of poetry! lovely!

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  10. Ooooo, the air a fragrant breath of moon-fresh night! how brilliant is that, and this whole neon flashing poem?

    Sweet love, I remember not noticing the rain and wind battering in new love too.

    Wonderful, as always.

    xo

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  11. I just love that last stanza, Victoria.

    Pamela

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  12. expatinCAT says:

    Memories are a seesaw of pain and pleasure…// Peter.

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  13. kez says:

    beautiful yet sad ….thank you for sharing x

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  14. klrs09 says:

    Brought back such sweet memories! Lovely poem.

    Favorite lines:
    I didn’t notice that the rain had stopped,
    leaving in the air a fragrant breath

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  15. mish says:

    This is sooo romantic … and I really loved the musical references in the 2nd stanza : ” symphonic chorus … harmonic chords ” … a feeling of being so ‘in-sync’ with the other person …
    The colourful typo added a lovely creative finishing touch !! 🙂

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  16. David King says:

    vivinfrance has taken the words right out of my mouth, but it’s good enough to forgive anything.

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  17. A sad romantic piece…beautifully captured memory.

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  18. jenneandrews says:

    Romantic and evocative for this reader– a lovely delineation of what seems/sounds like a chance meeting that became much more. Beautiful- xj http://parolavivace.blogspot.com

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  19. As a true romantic I am absolutely besotted by this verse! I love the rain (having grown up in England, it is very romantic no matter what anyone says.) I love that the writer was so involved, so taken in the moment that she didn’t remember lots of things, save that which was important, his kisses. Wow.

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  20. What a beautiful, evocative poem!

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  21. Sheila Moore says:

    Good to focus on the positive. I enjoyed the kaleidoscopic language in this.

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  22. Lovely, textural piece. These lines are gorgeous:
    “leaving in the air a fragrant breath
    of moon-fresh night.”

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  23. dani says:

    “leaving in the air a fragrant breath
    of moon-fresh night”

    a line every poet will wish they had written {i’m so envious, i’m greener than Kermit!}

    your writing is stunning and the title, image and changing colors of type all enhance it beautifully, Victoria! Love it! ♥

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  24. brian says:

    nice…sounds like your focus was in the right place with everything going on around you …they were the center…which contrast all the lovely descriptions you give well…nice write victoria…

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  25. TheMsLvh says:

    I recently experienced something like this … if you have the time check out what I wrote about it.

    http://themslvh.wordpress.com/2011/07/17/flash-in-time

    :Your lips were course, wearing five o’clock shade;
    burned a memory in my lip that stayed.

    I know this feeling…
    Great Poem!!

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  26. Bittersweet, but more sweet than bitter. Your color scheme was a nice touch, but the final lines really made the whole piece sing. So glad you got this into dverse, where I will travel later as well. Great work! Amy

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  27. Beautiful. Am choked up, actually brought tears to my eyes. Reminded me of the night I met my husband (of 30 years) on a blind date. I don’t remember what we talked about, and only vague memories of where we went and whether we ate, but I remember that we felt a strong “connection,” and I still remember the kiss. Just finished reading to my husband, too.
    Lovely. Perfect words. Thank you! 🙂

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  28. Awwww beautiful pictures but, so sad to be left with just the memory.

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  29. Pat Hatt says:

    A wonderful way to remember, sad too thought, great piece as always!

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  30. ayala says:

    so sad…beautiful!

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  31. Heaven says:

    So sad.. the memory of that last kiss can sear in our memory for a long time.

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  32. a beautiful way to remember a lover…sweet and sad all at once.

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  33. vivinfrance says:

    For someone who didn’t notice or remember, you’ve given us a lot of detail! I like the irony of that, re-inforcing the importance of those memories.

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