Skin, bones and muscle
And blood running through my veins
But I’m more than that
Tag Archives: skin
Right Here Waiting For You
Honey I understand the things you say,
Even though it makes me sad.
We sat and had a talk that day,
I gave you everything I had,
Just to prove my love to you.
Even if you’re so far away,
Will wait you till eternity.
Can’t wait to build my dreams around you,
right here waiting for you…
Being with you for a while,
gives happiness inside ,
Know that I am glad,
that our paths collide.
Taste of your kiss , touch of your skin,
It makes my life so gleam.
I will continue to love you
and keep our memories within.
Can’t wait to build my dreams around you,
right here waiting for you…
Rain
Green gray
this day
warm icy wind
tickles my skin
goose bumps live
under the rain drops
solemn moods
and soaking cries
illicit friends
burning sky
birds no more
intrude
the sun snoozes
behind gray clouds
as if to never speak aloud
again to light
rejoice
rebound
night-time moon
crescent crown.
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The Backs of My Hands
Her little cherub hands picked up my own.
Between her thumb and forefinger she pinched
the paper thinness of the skin and cinched
it. “Grandma, why does it do that?” “When grown,
you’ll get to have some skin like this, my dear.”
Her doubtful eyes cast shadows on my age.
Instead of “older,” I prefer that “sage”
define me. No convincing would she hear.
I’ve always thought that farmers’ rugged hands
are gloved in beauty of a certain kind.
Deep wrinkles give them character, are lined
with fresh reminders of the soil and lands.
My granddaughter sees baby pink on hers,
cannot imagine they will ever look
experienced. To garden and to cook
leaves corrugations when she hoes and stirs.
Hours In The Skin
Other Side of Distance 16
There are hours in the skin
minutes and seconds
too
building to years
And as foreign hands
cross the surface
hoping to soften
and comfort
then undo
time
The reaction
comes as mountains
rising
topped by fine hairs
shooting
through wormholes
further confusing
the understanding once understood
about quantum
physics.
