Is this....where I end?
My fingers
they trace my skin...
the contours of
my matter....
the borderlands
of life and air...
or bed....or
...you
clearly defined
Six feet...
one inch
I reach outward...
as far as I can
as if to ask...
is this it?
is this where I end?
and begin
does my consciousness...
storm....the wall
of skin..
are my thoughts
piled up...thousands high
at the ramparts
yearning to break free?
is this where I end?
does my love
not
touch you?
do my words
not send a chill
down your spine?
.
posted by David_on_the_Lake at 9:44 PM
1 Comments:
Thrilling, as always. I thought about stealing this poem for a poetry round table at my library and passing it off as my own. I did not, of course. Your poetry is thrilling. Real.
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