Monday, November 14, 2016
things I don't say.
whether or not
you comprehend, I can
see through the beautiful
skin stretched
across your chest
to the cells colliding
behind your rib cage.
you think you
control your heart
the direction that
blood flows, the valves
and complex mechanisms
that make you stand
here in my kitchen
wondering what it
is that you want
my fingers long
to slide behind your
ribs and wrap
themselves around
feel the gentle pulse
to solve all of the
mysteries of
this moment
but don't worry, I will leave
it there because it
doesn't belong to me.
© 11.15.16 heather brager
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It seems a solution should be well within your grasp, but I am an eternal optimist.
ReplyDeleteYours is a lovely poem here.