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
post-time 12:23 PM
4 Comments:
Wow, Joseph. You were tenacious with this one. Very sharp, elegant language, great cadence.
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!
Still reading, still lovin'
Nadene
Thank you for your persistence and your comment on the work, Nadene. Always appreciated knowing what our readers think.
:-)
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