Sunday, September 13, 2009

the kiss










The kiss that you breath when I breath so we breath.
The kiss that played, stayed, prayed and stained upon these lips.



It is the kiss

of the serpent’s hiss

of his witness to weakness


‘Tis the kiss that hypnotized and victimized me.

Surprised me

‘Tis the kiss that took me and shook me
That time
that tick
that tock
that stopped,

spun

and stood still
as I feel. So real.
The kiss where you and I parted lips to pray
as palms closed in prayer do
saying, “Father forgive our sins,”
as we close our eyes and further sin begins

The kiss that burned a virgin Mary singing gospel in church
and turned her to the devil Lucifer

to lick the wounds of her hurts


'Tis the kiss of a lover.
No other,
but your whispered kiss
that blew my thoughts back
into the gaping mouth of my mind
When, as if you took them from me,
you sold me my own words
and I bought your heart
with my heart
and you said,
“I love you,” at the start of this kiss.

The part that I missed
was the part where you kissed
another lover
And I with this kiss,
married a polygamist.

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