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Sandpaper heart
by Bradd HowardShe said she was afraid of sandpaper.
That it would wear down her edges,
make her too soft, rounded, shiny.
She liked her heart rough to the touch, abrasive.
He said he had a sandpaper heart
(Getting it from the inside)
Grating against his chest.
Wearing down his resistance.
Resistance towards all things smelling of love.
Sandpipers and sparrows.
valentines and volcanoes.
slowly softening edges
this is why they were afraid.
easier not to feel.
Easier to ward off feeling with rough touches. 05/04/2005 Author's Note: not sure about this one... I'm afraid it is a tad on the generic side... comments?
Posted on 05/04/2005
Copyright © 2026 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Scott Cadence on 05/05/05 at 06:52 AM I couldn't tell what was coming next, line to line I was pleasently surprised. I liked that you wrote from both prespectives, male and female. :) |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 05/07/05 at 03:53 PM i think it is a wonderful peice with an excellent idea, it just needs to be tightened at the end :) i love the sandpaper very cool |
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