Love’s Five Fingered Kiss

The scars I wear are love’s imprints
From your five fingered kiss. It burns
A joyful pain. Like a Phoenix
And I’m reborn with each beating.

With each beating I’m molded fresh.
Turned from clay to utensil
You use me well. Use me until
I break but don’t throw me away

Or do. I’ll wait in the store room
Until you have a need for me.
I know you will. We are tongue tied—
Flesh sewn. We are forever trapped

In a battle but like sea tides
We’re both controlled celestially
By what I think,
I know,
I yearn to be—
Love.



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Written on 2025-10-29 at 13:50

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
There's some first-class imagery here, the "five-fingered kiss," being clay that is molded into a utensil.
2025-10-29


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. It is the one indisputable universal emotion (or more). Blessings, Allen
2025-10-29


K2000 The PoetBay support member heart!
now, my dear, you put to put that into execution
2025-10-29