Still at night upon my lips, an aroma dwells
and I sleepwalk into secret chambers where
I tiptoe in the warmth you left and it smells
of flowers, bloom until I have to face the fear
when once again I reach the time and place
where I have to meet your eye and hear
those baleful words, and to meet your face
transformed to sternness, to sense the tears
when you declared that the little playful kiss
we just had shared would mean a last goodbye,
and here I linger waiting in the taste I miss,
devastated crushed, tonight I cannot even cry.
but as morning comes, and with sunrise, I
realize that alive alone I still should try.
Rosalyn Drexler
Today we write about kisses with Kim at dVerse. A sketchy sonnet is my contribution.
February 28, 2023
Björn Rudbergs writings 
I have just read about a stolen kiss and now here is yours about a lasting kiss, Björn! I’m delighted that the kisses are all so different. I love the lingering aroma in those secret chambers and the heart-breaking lines:
‘and here I linger waiting in the taste I miss,
devastated crushed, tonight I cannot even cry’.
What a stunning write, Bjorn! 😀 The image of “secret chambers,” portray and speak volumes as the reader is led to visualize what a kiss can be .. lasting .. leaving a trail of emotions in its wake. “and here I linger waiting in the taste I miss,” .. yes! Your poem hits home! 💙💙
A fine sonnet in honor of endings. Salute, BR.
What a crushing goodbye kiss Bjorn. Love the sonnet form!
The lyricism here is just wonderful and love the way you weave this, pulling us into a heartbreak finish we didn’t really sense coming
I didn’t see the this coming…from aroma dwelling on my lips to a taste I miss…
Well written Bjorn
Nice one
Much❤love
The secret chamber of the heart and kisses – the aftershocks of the volcanic – so lyrically and somewhat playfully envisioned here in your poem, even for the longing and heartbreak thus supplied.
that “alive alone” just sears, well penned! 💘
Ah yes, heartbreak, what a bitter sweet thing…
tonight I cannot even cry… that is so full of despair. Lovely…
The starting reminded me of two Beatles songs, one after the other, “The taste of Honey” and “There’s a place” both from their first album.
Really poignant piece!
“and here I linger waiting in the taste I miss,”
Oh that’s such a good line.
Another sonnet and a wistful one.
Masterly, the way this sonnet tells of a crushing loss initiated by a kiss — the paradox, a bitterly painful one.
“and here I linger waiting in the taste I miss,”
Beautiful writing, Bjorn!