Kiss

To feel England stand still;
With only soft scented breeze rippling through a mill-field
Encircled by the hum of science our
Two bodies stand and lips meet, rendering a
Kiss.
Rich, golden like the evening sun; just as warm.
Colourful, like sea poppies swaying fervently in their ocean
meadow:
Our minds are carried by the river music we dance to.
And just like waves,
Entranced by the moon-spell
Embracing land again and again,
We Kiss,
Each time leaving a reminder of what
We fear time's coercion
Will wash out to memory.