I really like this poems. I think it might be my favorite out of yours. Well-written, and the way it's structured gives it this amazing flow. I like how you sort of switched it around and sort of went back for every other line. Kind of like a circle which is the image this poem created for me. And the last two lines, "'till at last/we return", sort of confirmed that for me and completed the circle. I especially like the the title, but could you explain it to me? At first glance, I thought it was the word sick scrambled up. Then I saw it as the word kisses spelled completely different. I think of the latter more, but you can tell me whether or not I'm close.