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Ode To Aching Skies

by Beth K Hannah

You tasted like sand, salt, sky
I heard nothing over
The ache of a bow on guitar strings.
The continuum of time and taste
Vanishes into morning fog
I am now staring at the sun
Wondering where we all began.

If my skin is truly mine
And you would know
Hiding it in your palms
As you sing to me of giving,
Loving, and rising smoke.

I can do no more
Than what I proclaimed.
I carve this into you shoulders,
But I am a fleck of dust
On a blank, lonely prarie.
Please, let me melt into a
Quiet, sly portamento.

I can no longer be sand,
I need to fill sound waves,
And frequent that burn in your eyes.

03/01/2005

Author's Note: "Don't ever roll." Robert Plant

Posted on 03/01/2005
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 03/02/05 at 06:24 PM

Wow, very wonderful Bethy. Made me feel like I was falling...don't ask.

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