all the hands that hold me down
by Olivia Weinkein
i will never be free of hands
that once touched me. eyes that
once danced upon me, knowing.
-saying, "i know everything about
you and i will touch you like this
anyway, maybe even just because
i know, i know
everything about you."
i will never be free because of that.
those hands. all of those hands that
knew even when i didn't. couldn't
possibly know what it all would mean
to someone like me
when i finally came to my senses and
knew who i wanted to be and also,
when i began to realize that some hands
should never be layed upon me, eyes
should never see the softest parts
but in this particular area it is far
too late to turn back and from all those
i will never be free.
Posted on 03/27/2003
Copyright © 2020 Olivia Weinkein
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/01/03 at 04:55 PM|
One can never be free of the associations, not even in dreams. But, by the way, one can WIN those associations. Well said.
|Posted by John Harder on 12/05/03 at 11:50 AM|
i like it. don't really know what else to say. great job.
|Posted by Leah Laiben on 12/06/03 at 04:29 AM|
reading random poetry and you pop right up...thought it was a sign....i loved this before and i love it now
|Posted by Mike Loftis on 09/11/04 at 03:11 AM|
Excellent poem. Wise words of introspection and experience.