Behind the Facade

I really like this poem, but always wonder (and would never ask) whether the facade of which he speaks is emotional, metaphorical or physical.

Or all three.

Behind the Facade

behind the facade
where
you kissed me
once
violating
promises
you and I had made
to ourselves
and each other
not to mention
other people
who seemed
suddenly irrelevant
at least for the moment
when lips touched
and something
-something-
arc'd
like lightning
but much
much
more pleasant
which suddenly seemed
a very faded word
and everyone
who wasn't there
that is to say
who wasn't me or you
only saw a red glow
on the horizon
and weren't sure
if they heard thunder
because you kissed me
behind the facade.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.