Sunday, August 30, 2009

Devils whose nickel charms


When They Kiss

When they kiss like that
the ache settles in. Not like
fish beneath slow creek
shadows; not like slippers
under a half empty bed.

When they kiss like that
my atoms speak in tongues.
Not like Pentecosts who roll
dead language in the aisles;
not like devils whose nickel
charms slip out of contentment.

When they kiss like that
I feel the absence of you.
Not you who braced against
conquest in my kiss; not you
who summoned skyless thunder.


When they kiss like that
life makes perfect sense.
Not sense simmered down
from seasoning; not sense
wrought through experience.

When they kiss like that
the world vanishes. Not
the world you left me with;
not the world that ever was.

Joseph Gallo
August 29, 2009



Blogger Kyle parried...

Wow, Joseph. You were tenacious with this one. Very sharp, elegant language, great cadence.

August 30, 2009 7:43 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Danke, Kyle.

If were not for your comments, I might think no one reads these things. And that would be a crime, I tells ya!

September 07, 2009 9:52 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous parried...

Still reading, still lovin'

October 15, 2009 11:55 AM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Thank you for your persistence and your comment on the work, Nadene. Always appreciated knowing what our readers think.


October 15, 2009 2:50 PM  

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