Fingertips
In the space
between your fingers
I found
a silence sleeping.
The interplay of roving fingertips
awakened hesitant speech
and, now, the frost lines along my eyes
and inside my heart, marked by the long freeze, melt.
between your fingers
I found
a silence sleeping.
The interplay of roving fingertips
awakened hesitant speech
and, now, the frost lines along my eyes
and inside my heart, marked by the long freeze, melt.
Labels: poetry
Selected by Anil |
05:47 |
2 Comments:
I have so enjoyed my trip through this site; as a poet and an avid reader, I found it both enlightening and enriching...Thank You!
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