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Our Handshake
by Deanna M Gritsonis
I smacked you because I couldnt hit myself.
I cried into your arms
For the first time unafraid of you seeing me weak
You held me
We became deeper
In the end you stripped me down
licked the fear away
and made love to me
Making up
Clearing the mess in my head
Fucking you brought clarity
Every move had healing powers
Every moan enlightenment
Every taste happiness
It was our consummation that sealed us
11/03/2006 Posted on 11/03/2006
Copyright © 2025 Deanna M Gritsonis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/10/07 at 04:49 PM Strong progression from the touch of hand--(I like the simple clarity of explanation in the first line) to the sealing of the pact. I like the "seal" at the end-- a proper signing--as well as the stickiness implied. Fine description of the "healing" process and moments ("moans") of enlightenment. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/30/07 at 02:54 AM I'll buy that reality. Well spoken. |
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