Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld

LAST KISSES DON’T LIE

soul kisses, it was there
vapored liquor breath
with resistance she succumbed
perceived as invitation
one-sided delight moved forth
deceived by yet another lie
another false try
while her ex-lover slept
she took the house key
cooked him waffles and bacon
sent him to work
never to see him again

TO FEAST

she harvested kisses
canned them in blue glass jars
placed them in the cellar
for a new season
she sat at the kitchen table
with thoughts of her day
wondered when she
would get a kiss again
it had been so long
a knock at the door
two uniformed men
she knew
no more kisses to harvest
she stepped down to the cellar
took a blue jar from the shelf
carried it upstairs
popped open the lid
kisses devoured her angst
she drifted into splendid sleep
dreamt of those sweet kisses
awoke to the scent
of the woolen blanket
issued army strong

DEATH STAYS

the C.O. was told
another soldier was gone
as she placed their name
on the death certificate
she woke up in tears, in fear

APPARITION

it was like an apparition
there were shadows
shades of willow greens, browns, golds
truly you would know
love is never buried
it unearths the ground
leaving not one as dead
but always safe and sound

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Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld is the founder and manager of Prolific Pulse Press LLC and a widely published poet and writer. She is the editor of numerous anthologies and is an editor for Fine Lines Journal. Tomey-Zonneveld has served as Poet Laureate of Garden of Neuro Institute and resides in North Carolina. She was first featured in 2020 and then again in 2022. Lisa was also one of the 2021 Pushcart Prize Nominees of The Short of It for her piece Silence. You can find all her features and reblogs HERE.