the difference of a kiss
By choirboy
the difference of a kiss (a poem of J.W.) how different it was I think to kiss Adam rather than Eve. she was sweet and unfeeling to me and left me more empty than some upended wine bottle. and he… stirred me, pushing past that exultant edge of consciousness like the brilliant violence of a champagne cork, popped. these two, Venus and Adonis, fought over my love nightly and i sat by as he slew her with a single glance. no, not hands bound, rather, i think I offered great-silent prayers and supplications for her death… and for Beau’s fatal kiss. Written May 20th, 1999 © on Jun 13 2001 03:48 PM PST 0 • 18 • 16
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"the difference of a kiss..."