A Kiss Upon His Cheek
The remnants of parted lips
On his neck
Loose enough to sink a life
Betrayal of twilight and a soft foyer glow
His eyes read like pages
Juvenile lines
Fresh from words
He's never spoken before
And never intended to speak of again
A back pocket night
February air and its shiver
To trade love and life
For 30 pieces of silver
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