stolen lips

from the moment that
your black lips touched
mine, i felt
disowned by myself

like a firebrand--
an ownership that marks
the skin with
searing pain

an end of freedom
the start of a fall

those bittersweet kisses
i havenot tasted
because every contact
was like cold death

warmth was sucked
left me aghasted

when suddenly finding
the urge to execrate
i was muted
forever

the red on my face was gone.