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Kiss
by Cyril Wong

March 1, 2021 Contributed By: Cyril Wong

Couple Kiss
Image by Tiny Tribes from Pixabay

What is new

must also be unexpected

and not what we think

 

is new—

car crash, stalled lift juddering,

 

bed of thumb slit open, blood

the surprise that keeps on giving—

or else there is no freedom

 

from our conditioning:

your body too heavy on mine;

 

your kiss

the same old kiss.


CYRIL WONG is a poet and fictionist in Singapore. He is the founding editor of SOFTBLOW, a poetry web journal.

Filed Under: Poetry Posted On: March 1, 2021

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