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(untitled) i am making love to...
by Olivia Weinkeini am making love to the memory of
easy breathing tonight,
these emotions will fit into perfect hands
someday, all that forgotten wisdom
the things she said to me
i am fingering Time and self-satisfaction
is always secondary
unselfishness, first.
and i will give it all, give everything.
they will not have to break it from me.
the eyes of unknowing are the first to
blink, i will keep promises in the form of
flower gardens, clean soil and the room
to grow.
these are the hands that hold me,
this is the taste of home.
and this will eventually make sense to me,
will be worth it
someday, all that forgotten wisdom
the things she said to me.
02/13/2003 Posted on 02/14/2003
Copyright © 2026 Olivia Weinkein
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/17/03 at 02:31 AM Who is she, the propounder of the forgotten wisdom? A guide, from within or without, helping you clean the room. I liked the positive assertion-' i will keep promises in the form of
flower gardens, clean soil and the room
to grow.' And yes,'this will eventually make sense.... will be worth it'
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