Dented Area

I dilute
my days
with dimes a dozen
or dimes thrown into detached fountains
my arid wishes wasted on deaf sculpted stone

but I will,
I will feel you again.
it is in my nature,
even those melancholy parts of your mouth
that you would not want touched by me
and my hands of mud

I am struck,
sometimes-- often

with the solemn somber thought
that when it comes to you
I am without eyes

But I will see you again
you are unavoidable
even if you evaporated
inevitably you would return
on my moist skin
far from the mad world and close to me

I clutch
my chest
within its cold chamber,
there are hollows within hollows
and blue veins tangled closed

I will love you again.

Reviews

[TamiViolet]

Amazing work! Very unique.

'that when it comes to you/I am without eyes'

This line possesses much power. Also, the imagery of the chest as being cold and hollow is haunting. Truly, this work is so excellent that I am left with few words to describe it. Thank you, dear poet.

[Coyote Poetry]

Such sadness and desire in your words. A powerful poem. Somethings happen for a reason in a our life.
Coyote

[ebur™]

....just great poem. wonderful to read, emotional, just great. ^_^

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You once again captivate me with your emotional creativity...

even if you evaporated
inevitably you would return
on my moist skin
far from the mad world and close to me

what an amazing way to say someone will always be a part of you.
A truly wonderful piece of literature.

[Elizabeth Marie O'neil-..]

wow. . . . this was just amazing.
I really enjoyed reading this!