Judas
The Apostle
sit
at
the
Last Supper Table
to
break bread
to
drink wine
with
the Lord
still
a kiss planted
within a kiss
and
the
eyes grow cloudy and weak
while
i
touch His holy hand
does Jesus know
who
i
am
well
i
am sure
and
still, are
what
strange lips
i
lay upon thee
yet
i
kiss Him upon
his silent cheek
but
He notices me not, Judas