You Have Grown In Stature by Noeleen Kavanagh

You have grown in stature,
Spreading like a rash,
An infection passed,
From mouth to mouth,
From fingertips.
A tactile contagion,
Invisible, internal,
That blossoms unbidden.
You kill me slowly,
Kiss on kiss,
Little death on little death.


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