Alan Britt’s most recent poem to appear here was Common Love Poem(September 2011).
The Kiss
By Alan Britt
By Alan Britt
Approached by a leopard,
I relax; one crumpled knee seeks
the good life of Vesuvius pajama pants.
Never could determine archetypes:
black holes or gold;
I guess it depends upon
which side of the cosmic exchange
you’re on, Canada notwithstanding.
Leopard approaches, black lower lip
sagging, panting, death devouring his skull,
or passion disguised as death.
Any way you look at is,
Mr. or Mrs. Second Person,
you gotta know I’m not leaving this earth
before tasting those two black lips,
those tulips of anise and gunpowder.
I need a taste!
