Love Poem #2
i do not know you but i know your hands.
i know fingers flowing along lines of touch discovering sandstone ridges of fingerprints i know joints and the curve of knuckles
rising
falling
steadily
i know the creases underneath the way i know the layout of my childhood home and thus i know that the bones beneath your skin could be my own.
Nanotyrannus
5/7/06
8:23:42 PM
i do not know you but i know your hands.
i know fingers flowing along lines of touch discovering sandstone ridges of fingerprints i know joints and the curve of knuckles
rising
falling
steadily
i know the creases underneath the way i know the layout of my childhood home and thus i know that the bones beneath your skin could be my own.
Nanotyrannus
5/7/06
8:23:42 PM
4 Comments:
I like this. A far cry from the typical soppy romance poems.
i like this poem as well although the part about knowing it like your home town is pretty cliche its still good
"Childhood home" is literally the house that I lived in when I was younger, not the town in which said house was situated. It doesn't make much of a difference in the end but I thought I'd point it out.
Thanks for the compliment, though.
i like the last part of this a lot
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