The memory of our first kiss
Such bittersweet times when you were mine
living a tempestuous life, sublime.
Forbidden pleasures in your arms
the taste of port wine on succulent lips
a daring gauntlet thrown when we kissed
as passionate war raged in tainted bed.
Nothing restrained the ache of bliss
with each passing day
the memory of our first kiss.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: A palindrome poem can be read forward or backward.