(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Good For The Soul

Plucked kisses
from her pretty mouth

as they flowered
from her lips

flower
after
flower

the perfume
of her

voice.

Placed her pretty
kisses

in a vase
in my mind

so that they brightened up
my heart

made me
start

with their beauty
every time

I remembered them

good
for the soul

warming the cockles
of this

lover’s heart

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Comments (1)

I think I should have a vase in my head for all those special moments - great idea and great poem! Ruthie