The Obscene Kiss

by Jim Kopetz

I want you, too.

If you lied.
In your progress, I forget.
But you moved me.
Like a prism,
in your space.

And you dreamed,
Of a time.
With less shelter.

Though it seemed,
to provide,
and to be a success,
and to love her.

So succeed.
Into the obscene.
And never,
falter.