The Kiss
She slipped into her smiling stance
so easily.
Her lips parted showing her teeth
alabaster white and gleaming
as she sat on the couch
in dim light
bathing in the self-confidence-ness
women sometimes have that says
'whatever happens in this encounter
with him
it
will not matter
and will be only a ripple made by a rock thrown in the pond
with no consequence
because in her dry dock, she was thinking,
her emotional ship
had already sailed;
while she had only to move slightly or whisper-speak
and my dingy boat of disappointment and rejection would start to sink
as sure as white teeth part
and then
clamp down swallowing.
Transfixed at her mouth's opening
I only too late realized that alabaster,
shiny smiles
form the emotional bite
where something is bit off
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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