The Kiss Was a Key

4 Sep

A man so grudging what he
asked of life was that
every win be a loss. He
kept with his reports
endlessly.

“I never touch it.’
he said in regards to
every drink every
offered.

Standing in front of a
glass case his hands
were in his coat
pockets hiding from
the world like him.

She would not leave. She
who stood there even
after he turned down her
offer. Strange words
strangled in his throat,
a taste of blood and
metal.

“You can’t stay here.”
Were the words he choked
out while still control
was his. Surely those
words would chase her
out of his office.

He took something out of
a file and read parts of
it into a recorder. His
mind no longer on the
reports. Things were
taking him in a direction
he did not want to go.

His face hung there in
that moment. Eyes blazing
green light. Would she
know the books if she saw
him hold them just now?

Her bronze eyes under the
sickle moon behind her
seemed to say- yes.

Yes, he was not without a
certain charm and there
was the simple straw
pallet nearby for the
patients to rest- not
now occupied.

“I’d love some tea,”
she said out loud with
conviction. She pictured
him naked, right knee
flexed, holding her body
a few inches off the straw,
his penis exposed.

Suddenly she was in front
of his mouth and nose. A
taste of blue sparks. A
kiss opening a door to
something he’d never
known or seen.

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