Open Poetry #48 |
the open side of her wound |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
She touched her inner sleeve maybe its time she lost her footing whether the winter could ease itself onto a small tethered road She was Sandy's little cousin even if the night said its heart was the fields open dreams Her pants tied around her waist under the mix of the night its left eyes touched her breasts maybe the corners of her hands could cuff the tears from his gritty face, one last time She could touch the rain but only if the drops understood that it was her chance to stare back at the small ease of a mans hand pledging his hand against her heart for the lies aren't worth the change of time Its never tears before the fall never onto the grounds heart or that airless gasp stroking the back of her throat under the slope of the snows end She's coming home tonight and her hair might fall seamlessly onto the edge of her pillow For its time that she loses her lips tonight but only if her heart decides to move towards his hand through the coarse night |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Thank you for sharing with us, Tomer. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Fine writing...James |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Allison- Thanks for the response...happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
James- Thanks, my friend. Happy you enjoyed. Cheers Tomer |
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