She averts her head,

like she is suffering

and the touch

of their lips

will pass his

lies and neglect

and sordid thoughts

between them.

They kiss as light 

as the flick

of eyelashes in the wind.

To her, a kiss

is a glance caught in sin;

to him, 

the touch of venom

passing through skin.

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Categories: Poetry, Selection: 2010 - 2015, Uncategorized