last and first

and this is where it begins
with a stolen kiss and a laugh
that simple joy that breaks a heart
and renders one defenseless

to the oncoming slaughter
of emtotion, tasteless devotion
take that first look
given from the lips, this lust

is a colorless poison that injects
tasteless without a sensation
but surely, it's so very deadly
this is what a kiss cost me.

Date Added: Thursday June 5, 2003 - [permalink]

Dedication /Inspiration:
I can't discern or remember what was the muse, or was it a fleeting moment of inspiration?