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Thursday, August 25, 2011

The Doll Baby (Poem)


Taking needle and thread in hand,
that love not pass me by;
I formed the image of a man,
in crimson-cloth and with herbs dry.

I gave him life with sacred breath,
and water blessed his soul;
before the altar of Holy Death,
I prayed that She would aid my goal.

I held him close by candle-light
anointing him with mystic oil;
side by side we slept each night,
my little man to spoil.

Now here you are, my lover, my friend
and together we are one;
my lonely days are now at end,
our new life has begun!
 
Carolina Dean 

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