A Judas Kiss
It wasn’t like opening your eyes, head pounding
after a night blurry with mistakes
Or feeling the rush of the water from your toes to your head
when you jump off a cliff, disturbing a virgin lake
It was like the first time music made your heart glow
or seeing fallen snow pristine on a pasture
It was the way the trees surrounded the oblong garden
of wildflowers and the rock bed where you lay
The gleam of your smile, so wide it invaded your eyes.
Your shirt clinging, the fibers of a spider web
one of winds and turns so irresistible I followed them
like they were the map to my euphoria
Our words and breath, that broke the bird’s song and
replaced it with our melody. An intoxicating sensation
of the cool rock below me and the warmth of your lips.
The devastating pleasure of sin twice over.
And we lay there so far entwined that
my brown hair twisted and tangled
creating knots I would have to cut
but would not think of yet.
It was your cerulean eyes shimmering as a tear
snuck its way to your mouth where it spoke a truth
that we could not bear to say,
and so we did not.