Tepid
by Jason Monios
Her forehead when I kissed it
was tepid;
a thin layer of cooling grease,
transparent, binding,
a feature unknown
on her welcoming cheeks
that flush with passion
or pale in surprise
at my insistence
on her uncharitable lack
of affection.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jason Monios is an Australian writer who now lives in Scotland. He completed a Ph.D. in 2001, investigating the concept of the vortex in the poetry of Ezra Pound. His writing has appeared in The Dogwood Journal, SideWaLK and Pixel Papers. He is currently seeking a publisher for his second novel.
