InflectionA Poem by Ether Words"ever yours, ever mine"arms reaching for something more outward, inward backward, forward i feel a rasp on my wrist a tangle in my throat and that silhouette is cracking my vision
god, to crawl into that maze without being swallowed
the bones in her fingers tear at my skin my shoulders are snagged and there are beads forming all along my arms tiny little gasps, sad little yawns, an involuntary laugh, a sacred shudder underneath her sprawl
god, to curl into my other self without feeling foreign
a salve was pressed onto my body harder, impressing itself into my core until there were no more sighs, not a single longing in my joints, just an ache for where the clouds part themselves and limbs extend beyond their length
god, to feel the rustle she makes when i close my eyes © 2008 Ether Words |
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Added on March 28, 2008 AuthorEther WordsRiverton, WYAbout"Listen to the presences inside poems. Let them take you where they will. Follow those private hints, and never leave the premises." - Rumi more..Writing
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