She averts her face,
Looking away,
Looking away,
Like she is suffering
And the touch
Of their lips
Would pass years of
Lies and neglect and
Lies and neglect and
Unsavory thoughts
Between them.
When they kiss,
It is as light as
Eye lashes in the wind.
That’s the issue:
To her, a kiss is a glance
Caught in sin;
To him, it is venom
Passing through skin.
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