No one noticed
captured the prize.
ash and willow splints
the best of
Do Not Kiss
They argue about the color of her eyes.
Neither really wants to win.
Connection rides the glances
How did this begin?
Touches are tender,
warm and getting warmer.
Barriers fall to ankles
amid a sign broken on the floor
flashing a message, "Do not kiss."
A fortune without the cookie.
William A. Poppen, is a retired professor pursuing his
interests in hiking, poetry, and photography. His photography
has been featured in Hiss Quarterly, and his first poetry
published in True Poetry (An e-zine that is no longer
published.) He blogs at http://www.xanga.com/vexations posting
either photos or poems. He lives in Knoxville, TN and enjoys
outings in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park.