We do not think of lips nearly enough.
Of how a kiss comes close to break your heart
when loving ends, yet also at its start.
Kiss fingertip, kiss down almost to cuff

and round the wrist, tell fortunes on the palm,
and gently bruise the lips against her rings.
This is just one of all the many things
kissing can be. It is the gentlest harm

that we can do. – And yet the Judas kiss
betray one love perhaps, or maybe five
will watch and worry. Memory will survive
not just of touch and smell. Thought during this

cold yet in love. Fuck’s frenzy once complete
leaves blanks. In twenty years, my kiss still sweet.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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