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Her hands told me everything More than her piercing eyes More than her articulate words Ever could They sang Of realms crisscrossing This ancient earth Every crease And there were many Whispering forgotten lores She is a portal To different worlds Strange dimensions Where the fae dwell And demons lurk I don't know how To dispel the legion Shadowing her Or how To drive off her demons But to be there To listen To love To hold As she searches For answers For meaning To the colossal questions That slipped through the Cold balance sheet of life Too deep to fit Into its little cubicles And neat labels Torn between desire and fear Do I advance? Do I flee? If I stay And she tires of me What then? If I run And wound her What then? You're stupid They told me For hesitating. Go They said. You're a fool They told me For making the wrong choice. Turn back They said. You're crazy They told me *She's a free spirit. You need to tame her* They said. One does not harness a star One does not subjugate a heavenly body I may have grown roots And she, wings Nevertheless I wait for her To make her nest in me. For even birds seek a perch And foxes seek refuge Now As normalcy resumes And our time slowly unreels Inside my head Crowding out all else All that occupies me Are her hands Rough, calloused, and scalding And beautiful with an unspoken tenderness And millennial wisdom Locked with mine.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Hands
Her hands told me everything More than her piercing eyes More than her articulate words Ever could They sang Of realms crisscrossing This ancient earth Every crease And there were many Whispering forgotten lores She is a portal To different worlds Strange dimensions Where the fae dwell And demons lurk I don't know how To dispel the legion Shadowing her Or how To drive off her demons But to be there To listen To love To hold As she searches For answers For meaning To the colossal questions That slipped through the Cold balance sheet of life Too deep to fit Into its little cubicles And neat labels Torn between desire and fear Do I advance? Do I flee? If I stay And she tires of me What then? If I run And wound her What then? You're stupid They told me For hesitating. Go They said. You're a fool They told me For making the wrong choice. Turn back They said. You're crazy They told me *She's a free spirit. You need to tame her* They said. One does not harness a star One does not subjugate a heavenly body I may have grown roots And she, wings Nevertheless I wait for her To make her nest in me. For even birds seek a perch And foxes seek refuge Now As normalcy resumes And our time slowly unreels Inside my head Crowding out all else All that occupies me Are her hands Rough, calloused, and scalding And beautiful with an unspoken tenderness And millennial wisdom Locked with mine.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
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