Kiss
Published in
May 30, 2022
On the other side of the hill
I found the Queen Anne’s Lace
as it swayed in the dying wind
and the grass was matted still
from yesterday’s embrace.
But now
the perversity of his grin,
your unbent pregnant will
contaminate this place.
All that we might have been
betrayed again, the shrill
laughter, eyes that brace
on mine, a kiss starting to spin
collapse
on the reddened hill
at the memory of your face.
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