hold me, I say
then put on a dress
of thorns—
blood on your cheek, your hands,
I kiss you there
June 28, 2015 by Rosemerry
hold me, I say
then put on a dress
of thorns—
blood on your cheek, your hands,
I kiss you there
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged love, paradox, poem, poetry, relationship | 2 Comments
kissing the places on our beloveds where we’ve wounded them
Having grown up Catholic, I hear this poem speaking volumes of that imagery.