“The Torch against Her Skin” – Poem

The kiss was gentle

Against her breast,

Like under the whirling rush

Of the current,

Of the sigh,

Against her cheek.

She laid there for me,

And in my faint recollection,

I caught that the bed had immaculate white sheets

Laid atop her flesh.

She did not kiss back,

Nor did she fan herself, from the flame upon her skin

From a nearby hearth.

She died, and I heard no cry

To tell me the reason why

She had departed from my side.

I gave God a token of my love,

And told Him to care.

It turns out that He loves her more than me,

To embrace her, while I was unaware.

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