Kisses

Remains of a past relationship . . .

Woe do I miss

the stinging memory of bliss

of which has planted kisses

amid the arid soil of my wrist

Yet presently meager evidence remains

but that of the many crimson stains

Author's Note

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Reviews

[lee von cleef]

A Holy Spirit hears your pen ,He ,she, it, may even help, you, your pen ,spread the ink of screens,for nails and a lance ,thorns,
Moved my RV yesterday, Water from the roof,old stale yellow,
poured, like passion of Christ's bladder, Lanced soiling
my shoes,socks,to the souls of you and my feet.
Crimson Stains Many, May we have the grace to rest and share our souls
Amen.

[Alm]

I always feel that twisty horror, when I read these poems of yours. That is a good thing.