Saturday, September 20, 2008

Paper

My right hand
Tight against you

My thoughts
Press my eyes
Down on you

So blankly staring back at me

Push the ink down into you
Soaking through to the one
Behind you

So many of you waiting
With your ashen faces

(c) 2008
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1 comment:

Faye in the Garden said...

Very cool! I love the imagery in this poem. Thanks for sharing your work.

September 25, 2008 at 12:34 PM

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