Love Poem #2
i do not know you but i know your hands.
i know fingers flowing along lines of touch discovering sandstone ridges of fingerprints i know joints and the curve of knuckles
rising
falling
steadily
i know the creases underneath the way i know the layout of my childhood home and thus i know that the bones beneath your skin could be my own.
Nanotyrannus
8:23:42 PM
3 comments:
ugh, don't let me toot my own horn but the word thus is so good there.
and, you know I like this poem. I already told you. I wish you could convey the shape.
I don't understand it at all. But I love it. Kind of like my relationship with some of the Beatles' later work. But I love it.
WOW. ive said it befopre, and i'll say it again. i love your poetry! i just wish i knew what it was like to be that lucky guy.
Post a Comment