Poem for the Day

Who Was I to Say
Who Was I to Choose

I kissed the one who most
needed kissing       the one with five
shades of eyeshadow       he who
was almost she       or was he
bruised       How deep was I
buried in the kiss       under
the many shades closing
on the eyes       Soul-kiss
a girl would say       not yet
knowing who       nor what’s
made up       or how hard-earned
a hard-pressed goodbye
goes       between       the locked
vault of lips

Nance Van Winckel

Poetry Northwest
Fall & Winter 2010-2011

taken from poems.com


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