The Dagger's Edge of Your Kiss
Who shall kiss Claudius
And sit right of him
I kiss him, not,
With a kiss, but
The edge of a dagger
Do not let the right hand
Know thy left hand
Seek joy in it
Seek bliss in it
What make of this
Cold dark kiss that
Cuts the flesh
I shall not betray you
These voices have eyes
To reason, confess
What lies and shame
Speak to this face of death
The sweet kiss is
Much sharper than
The dagger’s edge
Copyright © Gregory Golden | Year Posted 2008
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