The Kiss Of Judas Poem by Nadim Lost Soul

Even the kiss of Judas doesn't taste so bitter.
The kiss of betrayal is collared in red.
The lips are cold as ice
But you only feel warmth
A bliss in paradise
Your tenderness deludes the innocent.
It’s wrapped in a kiss of seduction.
The lips are dancing but the poison makes it combustion.
The deceit is trailed in blood collared red with your make-up.
They end at my lips
But my lips can’t say break-up.
So again I am caught between your mouth
Roaming between your teeth.
Once again I realized you are the one I can’t leave.


Copyright© Nadim Lost Soul