Fine Kiss Poem by Phillip Erb
Fine Kiss
Rating: ★4.0
It never takes long for the cold to
Become frozen to the marrow;
All the cotton, nylon, wool,
Hair and skin we meticulously
Hang from our limestone bones
Of course, she denies it
But if I know, then surely
Way, way down inside
She does, too.
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