The kiss from the long since dead

is not as hard to wipe away

as the one supplied by the Judas,

the one on the cheek, the one

that eats away like caustic soda

eating through the skin

until it tears at the soul…

the kiss from the long since dead,

whilst full of mental scaring,

is nonetheless acceptable

as the dead can remain dead…

unless you decide to resurrect them.

 

The kiss from the long since dead

can be left to rot upon the memory of the lips

and wiped away without a single word spoken.

The kiss from the long since dead

remains silent,

it only eats away at the what ifs

and the why are they contacting me now

questions of life, which

can be ignored, for the dead when they speak

rarely keep calling you,

unlike the Judas who spreads its tentacles deep

and who wants more than the silver service you offer.

 

The kiss from the long since dead,

though seductive, though paralysing,

though beautiful and warm, so dangerous

if the casket should be re-opened…

is just a kiss initially, one that no tongue

would wag as it felt for a response,

stay still and quiet now, for you are quite dead,

I buried the lock on the day you betrayed my friendship

Pandora, keeper of the dead,

keeper of the long since dead

I will ignore you,

for your kiss across time means nothing to me now.

 

Ian D. Hall 2015.