my ribs are crowded
with a deep liquid need,
thick stickiness i do not want
to feel.
i wonder if you feel
this same electric light
in your hands,
same clear gravity
behind your eyes
choking your words in insurmountable
tenderness
when we touch.
i wait,
trying to feel and not to feel
uncertain of how to step,
how to lose my grip,
pedestal in my path
12.01.07
1 comment:
i watch you often yet
don't i know that
hidden somewhere in these words
is someone whose light
only for a tiny second i understand.
under god's given words that slip me by,
you brought them back through your poems,
and we resonate with your hurt
with these beautiful words
that you have woven.
take care ....
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