training by Angela Thomas we lay silent i stress try to make my body work sweat trickles down my neck your hands i close my eyes yours fixated on me i go deeper transcending the time the space that separates our beet red lips closing the gap i open my eyes you ask if i'm alright fine we lay silent i stress try to make my heart stop 01/30/2010 Posted on 01/30/2010 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/30/10 at 06:27 PM It's amazing what you managed to pack into such a succinct piece of writing, Angela -I almost tried to hold my own breath and I could almost feel the sweat and the anticipation and the intensity -well done! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)