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Soiled Heart
by Julie Adams
fingers
weave her
into my hairlifeheart
like ribbon
satin fingers
interlock with my dark
roots
and it is there
that we meet
in the darkness
of earth
in the soil
we have dug
for ourselveseachotherdreams
and as her muddy fingers
meet my roots, tangled and raw
we allow eachother
each hairlifeheart
to b r e a t h e
10/14/2002 Posted on 10/14/2002
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/15/02 at 04:10 AM Although I'm not crazy about the new practice of sticking words together (Bonnie Adams and Tissie German seemed to have started that here) it works well in this poem, and doesn't interfere too much in the flow as it can and has in some cases. |
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