Did you hear ……
Prattling tongues have often wagged and spread this
type of sordid thing. Their speculation
rife with innuendo. That fleeting kiss
observed in haste, a vile inculcation
burned into the corp’rate grid, repeated
freely for all within ear’s range. Story
multiplied and amplified and heated
to a frenzied pitch. A stolen glory
conferred upon repeating lips which smile
and knowing nods confirm with evident
delight, two reputations now servile
to gossip’s grand design, two lives now rent.
Affection shown between platonic friends
now twisted beyond reach by rumor’s bends.
© Bart Breen 2001