April 3, 2012

she

Aloneness
She chose
She
Destiny felt steel
Wool again

She knew
She
With smooth skin
And arms
That reached miles

Longing
The length
Of six feet
She wanted
She

Skinned undercurrent
Eddied lust
She secreted away
She
Wanting that same skin

She moved
She
Forward toward
The lonely
Clouded daylight

Closing her eyes
She dreamt
She
Lay in blackness hoping
She

Felt too much
Pain
To ever tell
She loved
She

8 comments:

Becky said...

Wow. Very powerful. Deserves me to read it again to hear the words, again.

Brian Miller said...

destiny felt steel wool again...wow great line...also love the replacement of she in each and her love of she...

Claudia said...

i like that you measure longing in feet..how cool is that..

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Love this--powerful write--

zongrik said...

so much loneliness

opportunity on mars

Fred Rutherford said...

Excellent write. The repetition is done so well here. I love the way you introduced the six feet measurement in an earlier stanza then mention lying down later on- fits together perfectly. Thanks

beezknez said...

six feet of beeutiful depth here. your poetry really wrenches in each word here for me .. its so so moving and hard also to take in so much.. Love this Feathers my friend always down under ;) beez

Charles Miller said...

Loneliness brings so many terrors yet somehow those terrors are often unseen by the person experiencing them. There is pain of the body and pain of the soul, the one of the soul sometimes remains unacknowledged since it is so close to who we are. Very close to the bone and such stark awareness in your poem.