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Chemical Kiss

Jean Wickham


My old friend,
This feeling,
Comes slow
Smiling deliberately
A chemical kiss
Draws down the shades of my eyelids
To make it dark inside my head
Shutting out
The penetrating sky
Drowning in numbness
A pale face fading
Into a bleached reflection
Fossilized passion
Lingers beyond the glaze