Where It Begins

Where It Begins

A Poem by p.kuhl
"

making more clouds

"
You ask me what words I hold in these clenched hands
so I run my fingers through your hair
and down your spine
coloring your face with the same rosy red
that already graces the ends of your frozen toes
and you ask me how it all ends
so I press my hands to your hips
and my lips to your lips
'til the sky splits open and all the light that ever was
comes pouring into our eyes
and your heavy limbs are left empty and trembling
as I float on my back through your bloodstream
and into a river and then the sea

and can you see me now?
pale and naked as the moon on the day it was made
when God thought the Earth was lonely
but it was just you
blissfully and patiently watching drops of the deepest red
trickle from your wrists
down your soft palms to the ends of your fingers
and onto the cold, bleach-white tiles
and as you smiled for the first time in your life
you prayed to God it would be the last
but once again
the arrogant Sun whispered sweetly
wake up

so you ask me where it all begins
and I pull you closer until you are no longer there
and with these hands I tell you
to slow down
and with these lips I tell you
to slow down
and just like the endless days and nights
we set and rise where the water meets the sky

© 2012 p.kuhl


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This is a really good piece of poetry. Fantastic imagery. I really enjoyed it, thanks.

Posted 11 Years Ago


There is a spontaneity, a fluency and an easy sensuality in this that truly impressed me. It just feels like true poetry, you know?

Posted 12 Years Ago



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p.kuhl
p.kuhl

Bloomington, IN



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My name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..

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A Poem by p.kuhl