Poetry Sharon F. Cramer — November 14, 2011 13:56 — 0 Comments
and loving you – Sharon F. Cramer
My fingers learn again
each time I trace your skin
I smooth the hollow beneath your shoulder
I wash your back with my long hair
Minutes are scattered toothpicks on our floor
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What am I?
Bioluminescent eye
That sees by the shine
Of its own light. Lies
Blind me. I am the seventh human sense
And my stepchild,
Consequence;
Scientists can't find me.
Januswise I make us men;
Glamour
Was my image then—
Remind me:
The awful fall up off all fours
From the forest
To the hours…
Tick, Tock: Divine me.
-- Richard Kenney