A quarantine kiss isolated from all true emotions,
Cold pressed to her lips quells the thumping beats of her heart,
Reeks of a betrayal set in stone and dangerously in motion.
Those eyes that fleet around but make no contact with hers
Tell tales of deceptions with bags of silver and tarnished dreams.
Syrupy words once sweet to the ears of the enamored listener
Bring only memories of bee stings rather than those of the glorious taste of honey.
The passing fragrance of honeysuckle riding on the breeze
Pays final respects to a tenderness of the love now lost.
©desewa
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