Ah, but Soft in a Kiss

Ah, but soft in a kiss

and then gone.

This is not a love poem

but a poem of lust lost,

lust lost but found afresh

and anew.

A new lust and spring,

cleansed of spite of old

and self.

A return of not

and never return need

be to the rhyme

and timing of our

spike and spiteful,

wandering off and

away.

6/9/14