Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Thursday, June 30, 2011

My Hands At Night

My hands were dreaming--
One, of the warm skin just below your left breast...
Of your ribs as you breathe, and the beauty of your heart beat.

The other, of your hair in fingerfuls,
A soft rope ladder to summer night rain before it falls.

I set my hands outside, in the grass, without waking them.
There were fireflies
And endless stars.

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13 comments:

  1. How do you think of these things? Dreaming hands? Brilliant! I love it!

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  2. BEAUTIFUL and dreamy.........love it. I am busy unpacking AND my email thingy isnt working, it wont let me send emails. Grrrrrr........Hopefully the darned thing will start working soon. Networking is more confusing than having my own account, but this is cheaper. It just needs to WORK. Then will e you the scoop - Jas hasnt stopped grinning since we got here:)

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  3. "hair in fingerfuls...a soft rope ladder."

    Does STWLASD appreciate all the whipping and screeching you have to do to get your spirits to write at this caliber? Seriously!

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  4. Your poetry is a beautiful dream

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  5. Sioux,

    You'll have to ask She To Whom I Am Slavishly Devoted...she does read this space, so you basically already have. But I warn you, her usual response to ANY inquiry is either "Peel me a grape" or "Look! A rabbit!" I am still puzzling out exactly what these reactions mean in regards to my poetry and spirits. ;-)

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  6. Sigh...who wouldn't want to be slavishly devoted to someone if so doing produces the feelings and words you give us to describe the otherwise indescribable. A lovely, lyrical and luminescent poem.

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  7. dang shay...fireflies and endless nights...hot...funny my hands had a similar dream...

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  8. This is just incredibly beautiful.

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  9. Shay,

    Shay,



    NEVER go away!



    Aloha from Waikiki

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Spirit, what do you wish to tell us?