Scene two

Two lips lighten worship, devotion.
Lips convincing not so much for kissing
as for transformation.
Such reality, so picturesque.
Because when at last redemption spurts
I’ll kick you away like trash.
And I’ll keep only the echo
of how crazy I was about you00, over heels in love.
I’m not wrong when I speak of infatuation
and not divine feeling, heavenly crowning.
No such words.
So many words.