to be kissed

upon the wrists

A blessing and a birth bestowed

upon your bloss’ming little bones

so that slowly, ever slowly, a warmth spreads

through veins, to warm

the caverns of your heart

which beats, so often one could tell the time by it

It spreads still, through every sinew and muscle

that your poor body is in possession of

it fills the lungs and bows the bones

until,far to late, you realize that it was no blessing

but poison slow and, sadly, inescapable