i feel
like
love
i could touch your face and leave a trace like
fingerpaints
and all the ones i meant to tell
are gathered in the space behind my eyes
straining out from ancient cells
between the iron guards of consciousness and abandon
and on my chest above my heart
the summer sun has left a mark in milky white
--a locket with a secret
i tried to keep
(that can't ever quite be kept)
so now i play
dress up
cover up
but
i laugh at me when i catch a glimpse
in some familiar glass
because i know it's there
and i'm so aware
that someday
so will you
.
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i really like your words and phrasing. it would be great to hear you read it. hearing a writer read their own work tells so much more of the story!
thank you for sharing your poem.
agreed! it shall be a new tradition in the imaginary house this blog was founded on for us to spend rich evenings in which we recite our works for one another as wood crackles in the fireplace...
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