"palpation" poems
I touch you in a place
most look past,
a place within reach.
It is within this place
I feel most alive.
The space between hearts,
the space between fingers,
interlocked, soft and slow.
No one really pays attention
to the space mid-heartbeat
only the beginning and the end
of palpation.
But here, I taste the air
and come to life.
It’s not heavy.
In fact, I am weightless.
But I feel it
in the hopes that you reciprocate.
No different than the space
between minutes,
simply ticking.
The world is not ours,
but that isn't a reason to be afraid.
When I think about you,
I visit this place,
not afraid to knock on your ribs,
with every intention
to exist closer to your heart
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC
See, I'm not allowed to go back to the welcome mat called home
Merely because of a boy with green lungs
Bedtime story mouths say you're heading down a path of destruction
But how am I supposed to sit back and let that happen?
Because a way of living they don't approve of,
I am force fed hypocritical helping hands
Moonlit hearts and guilty rules
That palpation in your heart called pain
Does not escape in the form of smoke, blood, or tears.
Listen to me
let my words sit in the crevices of your brain just this once
This is not good for me
Its eating me from the inside out
Leaving the memory of you behind
My heart is reproducing arms
And they are reaching out my chest
Stretching out for miles
Just trying to find you
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
May God show me the way
for I fled to the edge where I lost my way,
where I am surrounded with logs.
come and rescue me
among the mist of my heart
where they call I have to listen.
does it really talk?
Does it talk with it palpation,
maybe the bathing of blood?
come and rescue me
from the secrets of my heart
as I burn from the high volts of my heart.
come and rescue me
where I needed you I discarded you
I chose my ways away from you.
your etiquette I left alone with biting cold
where grass leeches every page
of your scripture.
I am tamed a sinner as I failed
to tame my tongue as your etiquette
stated .
come and rescue me
for my heart ekes me out.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
the domicile of three generations
not all those labeled grand reside within the walls
the walls so effortlessly visualized within the mind
and within the inner palpation of the body
but a part will forever remain stained
even in new-found renovations
you can be away for a day
or maybe many weeks
but just a new paper on the walls
as you flashback to once dragging fingertips down the lining
of the hallway in which the dimensions are imprinted
a void is created in absence of the tactile sensations
so here I stand on this porch
the edge of my personal universe
an extension of myself built in brick, wood and my own bones
at first woe overtakes and what can be a form of fear
the future disappearance of a home held so dear
comfort resides in my own realizations
when the memories last in my mind
i know to say
home is here
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
I've found the true love that I was always looking for.
Right inside my own heart.
Every palpation, a symphony.
Playing my life along.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
"hi there,
I'm here to confirm your death
this is your last chance- speak now or forever hold your peace!"
(writes ‘patient lying in bed with eyes closed. no signs of life. identity confirmed.')
"i'm just going to perform a few tests
can you hear me? (she shakes them, inflicts one final pain)
does this hurt?"
(writes 'no response to verbal cues or supraorbital pressure')
"i'm just going to have a listen in to your chest"
their heart is finally still
not broken, or aching
lungs empty,
forever breathless
(writes 'no heart or lung sounds on auscultation, no carotid pulse on palpation')
“i’m just going to shine a wee light into your eye)
she pries open their lids and looks for life,
finds the same every time
empty tunnels gazing above
eyes wide open, taking in what comes next
what horror? what wonder?
(writes 'pupils fixed and dilated')
“that’s us all done now, they’ll take you down to the morgue”
uttered to a body waxy and fixed
often warm
hands held by so many
now forevermore empty
('death verified at/on')
and then-
she strokes their hair, the way their mother did as they were laid in her arms
gently closes their eyes
traces a cross on their foreheads
tucks them into their deathbeds
leaves them to sleep
God, have mercy, on this your child
God, be kind
I hope you are at peace
Be at peace
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
Besides
Inspection
Palpation
Percussion
And auscultation
One should spend
More time on
Soul gazing
And that makes all the difference
Read it again
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 2:06 AM UTC
Between strangers,
the many different faces,
smiling
frowning
indifferently staring,
you
look right at
me.
With a slight hesitation,
in growing temptation,
my heart's palpation
skips about
a bit,
hereby admitting
the gratification
that flows in my veins
when our eyes meet
and you don't turn away
but rather
curl your lips
a little.
Our bright eyes
and soft sighs
wove themselves
rapid
in to both of our lives,
I realized when we sat
outside waiting
as the rain dries
around us,
fingers intertwined,
clean and
quiet
together.
Between strangers,
the many different faces,
where are
you?
smiling
frowning
indifferently staring,
there you are
and there she is
and there's that look.
Now we're strangers
with very different faces
whose eyes don't meet.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens!
A demeanour equable to viridity,
The nascence of a lamb.
The supposed handsel from the welkin!
Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens!
A swaying of a quixotic mind,
The dance from the societal crwth;
The derogation of the lamb via gibes.
Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens!
A continual lampoon –
The spawn of a chapfallen eagle.
The brainchild of a timorous creature.
Mirror, Mirror in the Heavens!
A diagnosis of a bird in incommunicado with flight;
A late palpation, albeit.
The societal routine…
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
Frozen, frozen i stood in space
Embarking on a journey unprepared
With a heart quickly changing pace
How could this be?
How was I rendered impaired?
Questions, a million questions ran through my head
Trapped in plethora of thoughts with nowhere to flee
They say before you die your life flashes before your eyes
But I was well alive and no blood was being shed
Instead it ran through my veins like an unchained greyhound
Racing an endless track trying to catch a prize
How could this be?
Is this a dream? Am I in bed?
To which reality am I bound?
Silence, silence was all that prevailed
Like an operation room with a surgeon about to incise
Immobile exteriorly, erupting interiorly
With a flood of emotions my body was assailed
Warm and cold, fast and slow, ennemies and allies
How could this be?
Could a drug have hindered my movements?
Is this all a hallucination?
What substance could cause such a rush?
What dream could cause such palpation?
So there i was, filled with thoughts to amaze
Confused, uncertain, my body leading me astray
Ready to quit, with a stomach light as hay
There could only be one explanation
Frozen, frozen I was, by her gaze...
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 1:42 PM UTC