Kiss (revised 2015)
by Dave Young
In her heart there sits a ruinous pain,
restless like a naked tree in wintertime;
impatient branches tap at her window,
His perfect weight, perfect no more.
She kisses Christ in silver wrapped around her neck,
like kissing the hot relentless stench of history.
The crimson stain of communion wine,
like a scarlet letter sewed into the breast
of her snow white wedding dress.
Kiss (revised) appears on the Poems (2003-2012) page. To READ and COMMENT on this or any other poems on my website go to http://www.daveyoungpoet.wordpress.com