Saturday, February 19, 2011

A Tactile Understanding

Tonsils swollen
Tongue bitten
Words fail to appear
Yet in my throat they are still,

Their tone, once violent,
Has now repealed,
They blame epiglottis
As the lungs expand
In disillusion
Towards an effort, a goal
Whose breath shall not breathe the scent of air

Skin ashen to sight,
To touch, smooth despite the pattern,
The softness reveals,

As the hands clasp my wrist,
Exerting warmth,
Your attempt to comfort,
Your way to console,
Yet when fingers quickly unlatch
And your body rigors in repeal
A point I’ve feared for very long,
A coldness, bloodless feeling, I’ve often dwelled upon

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