Listen to the world’s best poetry read out loud.

Jessica learned to kiss,
Yet never would
Kiss me. This

Witholding of a kiss
Seemed to be
Part of her glee
At parting.

Or was she
Wise enough to see
That to defer
Made time doubt
Its hold on her
And me?

At all events
Only this week,
Perhaps disenchanted
With philosophic teasing,
A kiss she planted
On my cheek.