Pulse

Pulse

A Poem by Samuel Ferris

If i am real
then your slender fingers
will stop at my skin.

I will feel the pulse 
of your thumbs
and the warmth 
of your palms
pressed against my own
tired hands.

I try my luck again and again.

Again and again i pass
right through you.

© 2010 Samuel Ferris


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Samuel Ferris
Samuel Ferris

Rochester, NY



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I enjoy reading and writing, playing guitar, piano, and composing music. I enjoy reading the poetry of Seamus Heaney, TS elliot, William Carlos Williams, EE Cummings, Lorca, pablo neruda, emily dicke.. more..

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