The Miracle of the Kisses
by Sam Vaknin — Read all 25 poems by Sam Vaknin
That night, the cock denied him thrice.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
That night, the cock denied him thrice. His mother and the whore downloaded him, nails etched into his palms, his thorny forehead glistening, his body speared. He wanted to revive unto their moisture. But the nauseating scents of vinegar and Roman legionnaires, the dampness of the cave, and then that final stone... His brain wide open, supper digested that was to have been his last. He missed so his disciples, the miracle of their kisses. He was determined not to decompose.
Poetry of Healing and Abuse
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