I think, prefacing this, I should let everyone know that the majority of these are not written with the intent to be good poetry, but simply to be emotions I want out of me. If I produce something good - great. Normally, my poetry has a distance from my own emotions and rarely resembles me. I'm taking April to do a bit of my own exploration.
7-4-09
My fingers are unfeeling to this texture.
I cannot unlace the threads which bind:
what I know from what I wish were;
love from unlove from hate.
Where are my heart's limits?
Have they any home?
A crack or a cut could let the feelings
bleed in thicker thoughts than my words
but still my fingers would be unfeeling to this texture,
to your skin.
-TOUCH THE TACTILE
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