Cradled by Amanda Conloguethe whispers along
corridors travel
like leaves caught
in wind currents
and eyes miss-fire
unable to connect
pretend, turn away
I've cradled you within
my delta of venus, my limbs
wrapped around your body
joined together in worship
yet, my body is brittle
my basin empty, drained
dammed up
I will cradle nothing
you draw me near, whisper
like a running stream
its of no consequence at all
you hold me tightly
I'm not so sure
but I lean in closer
nestle against your chest
my arms wind
around you
and cling.
02/23/2005 Posted on 02/27/2005 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
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