March 29, 2013

Betrayal

I felt the gentle whisper
of his breath
upon my cheek

before his lips
pressed against it.

"Judas....." I sighed,

his hand was on my shoulder,
fingers clutching, leaving a bruise,

"Do you betray me with a kiss?"

His eyes glanced into mine
and fell

upon the creamy stone.

Somewhere there was
the rustle
of the branch of an olive.

His hand fell with his fingers
brushing past my side.

He knew not what
he had
done.



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