boats
i fear
is my last chance
my elbows on the table
and i don't touch you
with my lips or hands
but like a fleet of boats
poised
in one direction
my heart is full of words
and movements
sharply
drawing the bow right back.
i think that urgency
is a beautiful language.
and nobody wants you more.
a.w.
posted by anna-lynne at
3:54 AM
1 Comments:
Another gorgeous poem.
"but like a fleet of boats
poised
in one direction
my heart is full of words
and movements."
I love this.
I'm so glad that you are writing a book. That is a great idea and I can't wait until you publish it. These are just phenomenal.
-Nicole
p.s. I hope your arm is feeling a bit better :)
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