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flow
by Emily G Myersjust a flow
black/white
our bodies disappear
when we're together
sometimes I look at our fingers
when you hold tight to my hand
and I wonder which are yours
and which belong to me
just this flow
white/black
our separation is unclear
when we're together
sometimes I look into your eyes
and see a soul I've always known
and will forever on
flowing
bwlhaictke
I know your fingers are brown
molasses & wood & caramel
and my own are pale
clouds & paper & cotton
but I still sometimes get them confused 05/31/2003 Author's Note: I think this is the first poem in which I've taken this subject head on. I'm being more open, more frank than I ever have been. Things are going to be tough; they already have been. My parents aren't making it totally easy for us. But there are times when I forget we look different. Almost every moment we spend together... those are the times. And that's what this is about. How precious those moments are.
Posted on 06/01/2003
Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 06/01/03 at 06:08 AM as a song goes (i think by sheryl crow), "if it makes you happy it cant be bad". anyway, i think we should get past colors. |
| Posted by Madeline Pestolesi on 06/08/03 at 08:56 PM Wow...and may I say...wow. Great. I love the imagery, everything. Good job. |
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