Tag Archives: touch

Initial Gasp

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Your photographic memory came to life

The moment you saw him

And those,

Those

Echoes of touch

Erupt inside your mind

Every time you 

Close your eyes.

Palpitations resume.

Fingertips recall

Lips warm.

And senses remember first encounter,

Impressions from skin kissing skin.

Want

And the pull

Of 

It all

Generating lack of gravity.

Yet

Where were you going after all?

Nothing existed before this merging,

Before the initial gasp.

Many Days

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Many hours

Even music cannot fill the darkness.

So in silence I sit,

In silence

I am full.

Many days my heart is too heavy,

My sight barricades itself

I have not the strength to lift

My

Pen and place it to paper

Or my eyes to sunlight.

I sit in darkness.

In darkness I rest.

And I sink

Beyond my knees to earth.

Beyond touch of hand

Or restless thoughts

Where I lie.

For I do not even whisper there,

I do not not even cry.

Magnify

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The first chord
And I am taken back
To days
Gone by.
Mamma cooking in the kitchen with
Her favorite apron on.
Her cheeks rosie
And heart full.
Dad sitting back on the couch,
A big grin on his face.
Christmas records playing.
And laughter echoing
Through our
Tiny trailer insulated in snow.
Neighbors, friends and family crammed in every nook
As we celebrated
The holiday season.

(cigarette smoke filled the air and alcohol flowed amidst the peaceful chaos)
We could not help but touch for there
Was no room to hide.
We did not have much
But we had each other.
Ups and downs,
Good and bad.
We wore our love without shame.
Our humanness on the inside reaching out.
Pulling each other through the endless
Cold winter nights.
Each of us our own shade of light
Together creating a beacon to keep
Warm.

We magnified each others hearts with love.

Someone

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Someone told me
The people who did these things to me are not here anymore.
They can no longer hurt me.
Why this did not occur to me before,
I do not know.
Maybe because i still hear their
Voices.
Maybe because every sense and nerve in me reacts to
Certain noises and movements as if those people are still in the same room with me;
I feel the ghost of their touch.
I am ready to let them go now;

To see them, to feel them fade
Away into nothingness.
They can no longer keep
Their
Invisible grip
Because you cannot
Imprison
Peace.
You cannot hold love captive.
I am no longer fear,
I am love
And love is free.