"When my fingers trace
your most delicate arch
run gingerly and freely
over every curve and valley
This is where I find peace.."
He whispered each word
as if it were his last
as if his bones
were being left
white and vulnerable
in the heat of the desert
as if his heart was
left to languish in the midday
exposed in a sharpened sky
I felt each letter etched
into my spine as I inched
closer to his craving
I wanted to smell his hunger
taste his aching thirst
move him to the edge
where the sun kisses the earth
"You know where to find me
here in the soft spaces of the air
there in the quiet place in your mind
wherever you are, I am there"
Selah.
Whetstone - I'd like to know if the dialogue adds to, or takes away, from the poem.
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And thank you.
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"Whetstone - I'd like to know if the dialogue adds to, or takes away, from the poem."
But thank you! :)
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