Your breath is my breath
running fingers down bones
you count the whole of me
in pulse, in strings of light
in waves of actuality
we read secrets through closed doors
we feel burning buildings in twilight
the sirens in your tendons grow
and I am scratching at what no one sees
but I feel you in my blood
but I feel you on the backs of my thighs
and you are wading through the red
and you scream out, “I am fine”
8 responses to “Waves of Actuality”
FIRST! haha. I love this. You still got it, even though you’re old. Wow.
Thank you, Edward. So glad you enjoyed this. 🙂 🙂
LOVE the imagery.
Thank you so much, Guapowitz!
A beautiful poem. Thanks, Nicole Marie.
Thank YOU, maire. 🙂
Exquisite, as always.
Thank you, twindaddy.