A kiss is not a contract

Clouds bank vaulted skyline
river purrs beside its crushed banks,
we walk, something between us ,
something handed down, a cruelty
unnamed that can’t be documented.

The kiss is unexpected
a softness held inside this hard
protective shell of body. Your
eyes are dark inside a mask
that holds you here.

I’m ready to run into another day,
coin across the water , flee,
until the kiss:

A kiss is not a contract

yet something nameless was agreed
under the blessing of the lamplight.,
water lapping black against the beach
our mouths mouthing infinity.

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