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Array ( [sid] => 87317 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My fingers small against thy side. [time] => 2005-03-13 00:36:50 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Life is beyond me.
I consider
the options
the mountains
the oceans
black and inverted;
I consider the
softest touch
I have ever touched.

Still,
I cannot measure
the swollen eyes
that cannot capture
the immensity
of thy light.
I cannot,
over a thousand
stretches of thy night,
contain
my love for thee.

Walking along
concrete walls
and concrete
halls
the concrete
plastic seats
and rubber faces,
I see thy name
across every
empty field,
across the windows
that are graves
that are standing
walking
sitting stone,
against the flesh
and faces.

I would burn each page
each night
each moment of my life
if I could but bid thee
give a seconds glance
and pass thy hand to me
to feel thy wounds
and run my fingers
small
against thy side
to feel the waters
of thy love.

I grow weary
of this world
of this hollow
flesh
of these bones
of this desire
that i do
not desire.

I have one need
one want
one thing above all else
and that is to be
with you again
my love my
friend
my father
son and daughter
my groom my bride. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

My fingers small against thy side.

Contributed by iodinelove on Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 12:36:50 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Life is beyond me.
I consider
the options
the mountains
the oceans
black and inverted;
I consider the
softest touch
I have ever touched.

Still,
I cannot measure
the swollen eyes
that cannot capture
the immensity
of thy light.
I cannot,
over a thousand
stretches of thy night,
contain
my love for thee.

Walking along
concrete walls
and concrete
halls
the concrete
plastic seats
and rubber faces,
I see thy name
across every
empty field,
across the windows
that are graves
that are standing
walking
sitting stone,
against the flesh
and faces.

I would burn each page
each night
each moment of my life
if I could but bid thee
give a seconds glance
and pass thy hand to me
to feel thy wounds
and run my fingers
small
against thy side
to feel the waters
of thy love.

I grow weary
of this world
of this hollow
flesh
of these bones
of this desire
that i do
not desire.

I have one need
one want
one thing above all else
and that is to be
with you again
my love my
friend
my father
son and daughter
my groom my bride.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2005-03-13 00:36:50]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: My fingers small against thy side. (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 02:41:52 AM AEST
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Very sad yeat a masterpeice.
huggs,
emy

Re: My fingers small against thy side. (User Rating: 1 )
by xtremcalibur on Sunday, 13th March 2005 @ 03:39:36 AM AEST
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Wonderfully put.

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