A Closed-Mouth Kiss

Her eyes have sleep in them,
her lips are misshaped;
looking out the window
this section of the city’s clock
with the correct time on one side,
on the other not,
she sips the wine
and leaves off sipping.
At the corner we part
with a quick kiss,
I have faith in her kiss
though we live apart.

© David Francis 2007
photo: Claudia Schmauder