[lit-ideas] THANKSGIVING POEM

OH, IF ONLY IT WERE SO!


Thank you, Lord, most for this
for the lie that lies in every kiss.
Even though I kiss, kiss, kiss,
kissing true is what most I miss.
Miss most but never quite enough,
for truth is at the bottom of my list.
I confess my lips are but a kind of fist
wrapped in softness with a twist
of threat like Scarlett's Rhett:
"Frankly,my dear...."
I kiss my way to a woman's regret.


Mike Geary
Memphis
Be thankful you didn't have to pay to read that.











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