Religion
Mortal Sin
From Nirvana Days (1909)
Religion
Much the wind
Knows of my heart,
Though he whispers in my ear
That he has seen me burn and start
When I dream of your breast, my dear.
Much the wind
Knows of my soul!
For no soul has he to lose
On a mistress who can dole
Kisses that drug as poison-dews.
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MLA
Rice, Cale Young. “Mortal Sin.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rice/125/.
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Rice, Cale Young. “Mortal Sin.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rice/125/.
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