A Brief Loves Affection

Hannah Wagle
he waited until summer was lifeless and frozen to achieve his wish.
with a bittersweet intent, he held me close and quickly planted a kiss.

the bar was dark and musty, and billiard lights kept the green felt warm.
you straightened and I watched some colored pool balls clash; others kiss.

he told me I was a vampire, with my teeth red and bloodstained lips.

intoxicated, I laughed, blamed the cabernet, asked if he wanted a kiss.

the steady rain sounded like bullets crashing into the metal of my car.
he whispered something in the clamor and offered me a foil-wrapped kiss.

the embrace he had happily sown in winter was long dead by the spring.
but our lips were a palindrome werent they? when they met in a kiss.