A kiss on the palm /lasts/ like a plain silver ring
(on the fourth finger)
take notes/ on the trees about to bud
(trees of white kisses dropping)
down as I sleep the sleep of petals, whitely
lip by lip by lip.
poems by Rena J. Mosteirin
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Kiss to Kiss
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Blue Tuesday
xoxo
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