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Goodbye Kisses
Kenneth W. Anderson, Jr.
On her highest heels she stood
kissing him deeply with a lie,
but the night slipped underneath her
when she tried to say goodbye.
Their bed swallowed the sleepless air
and under the cover of ragged clouds,
coldness wrapped around her.
Her mouth empty and dry,
she kissed him again,
biting his lower lip.
She moved closer to him,
her leg hugging his warm thigh,
her feet tangled and trapped
in wet sheets.
In the morning,
her head went swimming.