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parts of a whole.
by Emily G Myersi hear your voice
words slipping sliding
smooth river stones
my face against your skin
hot cinnamon radiating
that paper smell
old pages turning
and turning
and turning yellow
i fall victim to your perfection
blending fading pushing
into you
praying to become a piece of you
a limb
a ball & socket
a vein
a synapse
in this moment
i am nothing but yours
a lover a daughter a slave
your stone words
skipping my surface
sink heavily to the riverbed
and i curl into your silk skin
those pages flutter
and i slip into
the most comfortable sleep
content to be
just a part of you 12/04/2008 Posted on 12/04/2008
Copyright © 2025 Emily G Myers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/04/08 at 06:45 PM "your stone words
skipping my surface
sink heavily to the riverbed
and i curl into your silk skin."--Such a great metaphor. Wonderful read. |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 12/04/08 at 07:11 PM I have to agree with Gabriel .. I liked the same lines! |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/04/08 at 07:29 PM Very well done. We are body parts and sometimes it takes someone to make us feel whole. |
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