Punition by Marc Nassau-Woodworth
We kiss, they
run
We kiss, they
tear, these
tear-abouts
with our caps
dropped in a bin
We kiss
so they descend
these hawks
of prey
These youths of day
who seek but night
Who in the night
do take flight
to hide their crimes
to escape the scream and
siren
of punition
And we are lucky still
For we've escaped
broken jaw
and charred eye
and our bones
together still do cry
for the punition we've
been dealt
our devil's kiss
Our gay kiss
so meanly felt
and punished