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Involver
by Scott CadenceI know what Im supposed to do,
how I should be -
but its hard to pretend
with every nerve ending firing off in my brain
every chemical of me across the synapse junction
into an axons embrace
just for the thought of you,
your vision in me
pulls
dilates brown to black
retina to memory
sensory interpretations to soul -
I care of nothing else
that needs me to be any different
than how I feel
with you
08/08/2004 Posted on 08/09/2004
Copyright © 2024 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/09/04 at 06:36 AM Scott, you've got some great images here. The poem pulls me through from beginning to end. One suggestion - maybe add some punctuation. Without it, there's no pauses and one idea/image runs into another. Good read! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 08/16/04 at 11:03 PM Do I sense the feel of a stolen moment, an unreachable touchstone? Incredible capture of a burning moment. |
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