Resonant Kiss – Inspired Poetry

I saw today over in Lisa Snellings’ Blog that she is working on a new edition of “Resonant Kiss,” a sculpture that I own one of the early editions of…back when I bought it, it inspired me to write a poem…when I saw her post, I pulled that poem back out:

You can see her post (and an image of the sculpture) HERE …

Resonant Kiss

By David Niall Wilson

Inspired by the sculpture of the same name by Lisa Snelling

8:14   February 12, 2002

She sat rigid,
Legs curving gently as
The arched spine of the chair
pressed to her back.
The light was dim – and deep,
It seeped about her, curling with
The smoke of three dozen candles
flickering . . . dancing . . .
No music, and yet, they danced.
The sound floated softly on the breeze,
swirling in through a window,
Dropping from somewhere far above,
or rising from below.
He played for her each night,
and each night the sounds resonated
within her soul….
Each night she felt him nearer,
wrapping tightly
Binding with the subtle ties
of sound, and passion
brushing through her mind to
Erase thought and
Replace it with heat.
The feather brush of fingers,
flying note to note to skin to soul
and steady, rhythmic strokes
of soft bow strings
Teased her relentlessly
With whispered words
Just out of reach,
And a face that wavered
On the periphery
of consciousness.
He played
And her head dropped back,
Long hair draping over the chair,
nearly to the floor,
Her eyes closed to the lonely night
Her world an echo of notes,
Drifting
In the arms of the night.
Somewhere far above,
or below,
he caressed the curved neck of his instrument,
eyes closed and fingers lingering
against the vibration,
bow flinging his heart to the sky
He acknowledged her sacrifice,
clasping the wooden frame of his magic
Tightly between his thighs,
and dreaming – -
of her eyes.