Best Saintliness Poems
Sonnet 16 'I Used To Kiss You On Your Holy Head'I used to Kiss you on your Holy head,
There blossomed the soap scent of your shampoo!
'I kister BRAIN!' I used to say -- no dread!
That you'd get sick again, and then, die, too!
The tender, circling warmth of your embrace,
Your arms reached just a bit above...
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Categories:
saintliness, death, kiss, longing, love,
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Sonnet