A kiss from Judas lips

"But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose."
Anne Bronte

A kiss on the lips from Judas
Comes not from lust
Not ecstasy or joy
Not love or trust
Rather, our pain, and woe
For our flaws
We are crucified
I am made of clay
I am made of dust
A kiss so serene
You might mistake
The cause
The thorns in my side
Come not from hate
But desire
The crown of thorns upon my head
Comes not from anger
But fear
And it won’t be removed
Until I am dead
In the end

"There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates people. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills. "
Buddha

Waiting

To know is not to have
To want is not to need
To desire is not to possess
To think is not to feel
I waited for her to decide
I stayed true to this day
And then I waited
Waited
Waited some more
I waited for the tide
That would wash me
Far away
For I could see in her face
That she loved someone else
I could hear in her voice
While she hid from my eyes
and undressed
That she desired another
One less complicated
One who wouldn’t smother
She longed to be left alone
Leaving me bereft
For I loved her
Beyond need
I wanted her
Desired her
Felt her
Waiting still
Waiting
Forever