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rm_lyinghere 40M
158 posts
5/7/2006 8:34 pm

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on any other day
these hands would be sheter
under running winds
against wild hair
cupping nape & bone
but its all holding out
and the edges still cutting me
are finally wearing my hours thin

notes aren't working
every page and torn piece
not tracing where we're going
what usesless visions are these
to help us to pass
these looming memories
in our aching fingers' beauty

its switching and cannot hold
in the stumbled rainning days
that's been waiting all this time
all language broken here
and sundered right beside
all this longing night tide
which we've tried to bury
under limb, marrow, and skin

just has no ending
all these gasping echoes
as wings are cutting me
rustling against flesh
that must have forgotten
all warm caresses
after all this time

where hands once moved
to break this shelter
digits soft and curling
round weary palms
that only know a missing ache
a cover burned and fading

but its where it should be
hands laid out low
in synch and snatching
all these clicking hours
since you put me down

our everday hunting duty
gather the burned and fading
satellites & cutting*stars ground here
humming each and everyone
tunes and tones we all share
divided deep under our lying shells

© B McLean May 7 2006

rm_mm0206 70F
7767 posts
5/7/2006 9:17 pm

tender hugs...

be kind to yourself darlin


rm_FreeLove999 48F
16127 posts
5/17/2006 7:39 am

i am not quite sure what u are driving at here, but i love the imagery... what kinds of hands do u have (did u know i read palms)?

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