Deathbed
Binding red ribbons
around silken syllables
Combing wisdom
from my eyelids
Stroking ashes
from my hair
psalms of our palms
sleeping in each pore
Meet me in death
Do not look
at my hands
Do not kiss
these opaque lips
They are
too old
to forgive
too young
to forget
Copyright © Kornelia Birch | Year Posted 2017
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