If I never get to kiss your chin
again,
at least I'm not sure
if I did before. Apparently,
it left not so much as a mark
on my memory, but damn
if I didn't? I'd wish
with my whole
full heart,
and if I did?
I would be so contrite
to have missed, slipped, lost
from my memory
so sweet a kiss,
'pon a target so well
and shapely made,
just under your lips
where my lips
should be laid.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, October 30, 2020
body mnemonic
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