Stirring

The way in which

my stomach stirs

is just as when

I touched your face

where you lay

while you slept

with your head

tilted back

and your eyes

closed-skyward--

where were you looking?

what did you see?

did you behold me?

Oh, something

has touched me--

reached inside

with fingertip

and touched the surface

of my waters;

they spin there,

stirring, stirring,

waking. Oh,

what is happening?

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Notes: (c) KEP 2012

for once im posting something that's essentially a draft
it is not a pristine or special piece of poetry i suppose, but there was no other way i wanted to say this...
anyway im looking for mags and anthologies and ezines and etc to submit my stuff for $$ (broke college kid, help me if you have any good publishers) and most markets dont take anything posted online, which counts as "previously published elsewhere." so i'm gonna have to crank some good stuff and not be able to share it here...but hopefully i'll be promoting some stuff with the good news that i've gotten my writing out into the world soon enough :)

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