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handprints
by Vikki Owenswhen i am touched
a handprint burns me,
white skin turns red
under pressure.
i would like to
touch you, woman,
and leave a handprint
the way i am left..
ruddy and heaving,
crying even,
or breathing, heaving,
it doesnt matter.
all touches,
whether angry or flattering,
leave their mark upon me.
i want to leave me mark on you.
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i am as insubstantial
as the ether.
i am as inconsequential
as a mirror.
i am a folded mist
neither here nor there,
and never leaving
so much as a footprint.
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i want to touch you, lover.
my hands pass through you.
and when my vapor has left,
so does my memory.
on all hearts,
on all skin. 05/12/2012 Posted on 05/13/2012
Copyright © 2026 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/13/12 at 01:38 PM I great write lady and remember that the ether is what makes the universe as large as it is and mirrors are there for us to look into even though we rarely look long enough to see who we really are. Again, love the write. |
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