Open Poetry #13 |
There in My Living Room |
AniKay83 Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388Missing Since 1999 |
I have a question that burns inside my brain like an entity unto itself alive inside me with liquid hands it slides across my belly and the answer lies sleeping dormant there in my living room his fingers curl in tangles of sleep his dreams dance across his lips and I can touch his lips though not his dreams not here here in my living room silence crawls through wakes of possibility but reputation wounds my chance and leaves it bleeding on my couch sprawling there in my living room lonelieness keeps such strange company the evidence of such lies peacefully on the floor and I am left wondering why I hide my hands behind my back every time I want to touch him secretly here in my living room "And I wanted you to turn away. You don't remember, but I do. You never even tried..." ~Fuel [This message has been edited by AniKay83 (edited 04-19-2001).] |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
Yes, loneliness does keep strange company, I enjoyed this. I know the feeling. Kathleen Blake |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
and in the answer to that question is so much. . . this is excellent. . .makes you think. . . welcome back. . . ---------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
To want to touch someone yet hold your hands behind your back...how sad. Enjoyed your poem! Speak when you are angry--and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret...Laurence J. Peter |
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AniKay83 Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388Missing Since 1999 |
Thanks all. I know I've been absent lately. I'm working on it, anyway.... Much love all, Krissie "And I wanted you to turn away. |
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