I have kissed your lips and eyes,
I have kissed your breast, my fair.
But the sweetest kiss of all,
Was when you kissed my hand in prayer.

You have stirred my heart to life,
Given me both laugh and care.
But I felt the most my dear,
When you kissed my hand in prayer.

Memories have sprung from you,
Memories of your smile and hair,
But a graven memory deep,
Is when you kissed my hand in prayer.

We may never know the truth,
Of each other’s souls laid bare,
But in life the nearest came,
When you kissed my hand in prayer.

Art by Caroline Atkinson

Tony Crisp

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