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Cradled

by Amanda Conlogue

the 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

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shonda Creemer on 02/27/05 at 09:49 PM

excellent piece Amanda :)

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