by Beth K Hannah

I have scissors on my skin
And growling hearts at my back door.
I never remember to take
The stars out of my eyes,
Or the dandelions from my hair.
If I stop to think,
I may just float away.

Here comes the flash flood
Of reason and light.
The wind never had anything
On the way your breath catches my name.
I am just supposed to be satisfied
With a glance of you.

I want to drink you down. I want to feel you against my womb

I will make you tremble at my door.

You seem to invade my 'come hithers' and smoldering eyes.
So this eternal torment of watching you walk away
Is all the consolation I get for
Attempts and torn irises.

Break open upon my thighs,
And slide in fast;
I may not be able to take your
Shards of whispers and promises
Much longer.


Posted on 03/01/2004
Copyright © 2022 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 03/02/04 at 12:40 AM

Stunning my dear, simply stunning. I'm glad to see that finding out you can't be in Earth, Wind, and Fire hasn't crushed the creativeness.

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