A Bitter Kiss Poem by Ben Banda

There is a bitter kiss by your mouth,
Yet your lips stuck, are tight.
There is cruel gentleness by your hips,
Yet your nerves still, are numb.
There is a true sweet fraud by your ears,
Yet your auricles stiff, are fretted.
There is mortal incense by your noses,
Yet your nostrils cold, are plugged.
There is a blinding episode by your eyes,
Yet your eyes sleepy, are beached.
In your still sleep alone, usher me today,
Into those fleeting dreams in you.
Do prove to me today in your thoughts,
The reasonable logic within you.
Sneak before me today with your body,
The sensations crawling in you.
Lest I’ll tell you, show you-you’re dead,
Impartially dead from yourself.

(May 2004)