He looked down
at her.
Eyes deliberately
downcast.
lips not expecting
to be met.
So it was
a surprise
when she kissed him.
His eyebrows twitched
with the charge,
There was a spark.
The spark.
The spark
that lay in a devil’s kiss.
The spark
that would ignite the fire
which would consume him.
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Lynn White lives in North Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Consequence Journal, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes.