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Morgan C., Kasilof, AK By migwam, Tumwater, WA

Yeah I know what you’re
for. I know the furtive thinking,
waiting, lips poised at the edge of a
thick glass drunk on wonder
and alone.
I know all your wakings up and your
goings to and fro;
they are set on my collarbone like pearls
swinging. Like
pearls breaking.
Yeah I know what you
are, that longlimbed thinfingered appartion
that sits patiently on my bedsheets
and breaths. Gently. In.
And beautiful, besides.

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2 comment(s)
I feel as though the speaker feels an emptiness even though she or he may have "the One". It adds more emotions to the poem. I may be wrong but that's what I feel. I love the pear swining part. And the final sentences of breathing in and out. Ah, lovely.
Apr. 29, 2013 at 4:22 PM • Report
Pretty fine interpretation of that, Mckay. Heavens, heavens. Thank you for the comment :)
Apr. 29, 2013 at 6:01 PM • Report