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.