Kiss
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Memory of an unwanted 'reward' from a junior school headmistress.
What lack that lay behind that kiss,
fast wiped, when at last dismissed,
by schoolchild’s sleeve across his lips?
No man or child for home embrace?
No gift to give but kiss this face?
No touch received, no sense of grace?
I will not know, save memory’s distaste
still lingers.
Still wipes child’s feel of wetted face,
still feels those pointed bristled pricks
surrounding mistress’ moistened lips.
Copyright © Bob Kimmerling | Year Posted 2020
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