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patient agony
A hovering hand-
stringing feelings up from my belly.
The shut of my eyes-
Suppressing touches from memories.
Scratches of visions-
Condemnations slipping off sweaty hands,
Suffocating my questions with shame.
My lungs intake with fever-
Breaths caught so tightly to my ribs as they
anticipate the helplessness.
An inch down,
and I would be a child again-
sneaking glances at his hand slipping into my waist.
A hand placed on my stomach-
Consciousness caught back.
A thumb across my jaw,
And his touch is back on my stuck out collarbone-
Trailing my shallow shoulder blades.
Blessed be my existence in this world-
Caught between slices on my wrist and
Sensations clawing at my belly.
Author's Notes/Comments:
A first attempt (draft)
If this is a first draft, it
If this is a first draft, it is light years beyond what most first drafts are like. Wow! I wish my first drafts were as well polished and as verbally successful.
Starward
I appreciate your thoughts!
I appreciate your thoughts! This poem was in pieces here and there for years. I think there will be more versions as I add to it.
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