Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2011
Pain speaks one or a thousand.
The method of translation differs.

Palm to finger.
The movement stays, stops.

Foot to ankle.

Ground shakes,
air trembles
all at your whim.

Soul to Soul.
Along the folds
vibration slows.
631
   unknown, --- and Kailee Sometimes
Please log in to view and add comments on poems