Wednesday, December 1, 2010

St. Edmund Campion

those cheeks won the favor

of the white queen. she reached

one blushing and bejeweled hand

out to touch them.

honestly, I never thought

they’d come to much---

those slopes of smooth skin

resting on a pillow, reddening

up in the cold world.

that’s why I taught you

how to swing the hair

out of your eyes.

that’s the surest way

to never come home again.

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