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SG Holter
Poems
Apr 2017
Now-Man's Hands (Love is ***** and Diamonds)
Little girl, your deepest fears have
Nothing on me.
Speak to me of your angst;
It's a miniscule bug to my foot.
Our pathetic misunderstandings
Are egos fighting the memories of
Each other in themselves.
Love is ***** and diamonds.
I love you prematurely when I
Sense spring on your
Skin. It turns me on beyond myself.
So let's just argue,
If that makes you feel as alive as you
Should beneath the hands of my
Unshared attention.
Little girl, your fears have nothing
On me.
I eat insecurity like sushi, wasabi
Memories of idiots telling you
You were never meant to write or
Be written of.
Grab yesterdays with the sticks of
Now-man's handsΒ Β
And toss them over your shoulder
Like salt after some you spilled.
Your deepest fear is as shallow
As a puddle.
I've shouldered ten times your
Weight, without love.
Watch me now.
You need not set a foot.
I carry you like the sky its stars.
Written by
SG Holter
Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)
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