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Blind times 7
by Beth K HannahSpiral around the surface
What a timid little flame
Consuming every inch
Leaving me everything
You are a falling star
Mesmerizing like a sun
Making up for what i like
Wafting into the room
My clothes on the floor
My skin flung everywhere
You ask me where I sleep
Even though I lay before you
Unconcious
Drowning
Chained to something
I can't have
Or can't leave behind
I believe in your scent
Your touch
The feeling your hair leaves behind
Your quick fingers
And halting smile
I keep my doubts around my ankles
Letting you bind me at the wrists
When did faith start hurting? 05/28/2003 Author's Note: "My left brain knows our love is fleeting." -White Stripes.
Posted on 05/28/2003
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 08/15/03 at 08:44 AM Clothes on the floor and skin flung everywhere... that's one thing that stands out, the feel of being carelessly tossed around. Drowning and chained are used very effectively to for getting the feelings across. Good stuff! |
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