Ritual

Cold chrysanthemums,
dead and dried, thin
and crisped by my thumb
into a fine silken powder;

the sooty remains of you
cling to my skin like rain
and fall

floating

through the air and
onto
me

sad tiny kisses all over my body.

Ritual

Crockpot

Joined November 2007

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Poem I wrote during the college years.
©1995

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