poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Jesus learns to kiss

He bites off the end of his tongue
almost entirely and kisses my mouth
with the forces of love and hunger.

His tongue tip hangs from a thin strip
in his big mouth, full of his own blood.

He dangles the tip into my mouth
like I should eat it.

Like I should want that.