The Forgery

By Katje Kaase


It was not written down.

It was not in a letter.

A mouth became a tool,

A kiss, but so much better.


The key was in the touch.

Soft feathers in a nest.

A pacifying pause,

Just a tantalizing test.


Feelings falsified.

Like flying way too high,

Plummeting to earth,

Then...caught


In another lie


September, 2019