sealed with a kiss
by Betania Tesch
You would have me believe
we could seal this like a letter
with lipstick unsmeared.
You do not want to destroy
that perfect imprint,
the crest of our truncated love affair:
a mouth cracked just before gasping.
I try to tell you it will never be
even with my lips painfully stuck
to the envelope in which we attempt
to muffle our moaned reality.
As I pull away,
my tongue slips and slices open
and a shimmering pink streak
colors in the crevice.
And while others will never see
the difference so subtle,
you will know that this kiss
only opened us further
to the ashen inked
splotched with tears
hidden in this
letter I will never send.
Author's Note: figured I might as well start to get over it.
Posted on 08/24/2005
Copyright © 2020 Betania Tesch
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Richard Paez on 08/26/05 at 11:34 PM|
This is beautiful in form, metaphor, and tone, and I won't muddy it by saying anything more than that, and: thank you. --Richard
|Posted by Allan Haslinds on 08/28/05 at 03:45 AM|
A piquant morsel, skillfully crafted. I always love your stuff because though I know you agonize over them, they still feel fresh and not over-worked. -A.H.