Writer's DissonanceA Poem by Dana Alsamsami met a boy.
I feel my bones collapse
Sweetly against my skin Beneath your anomalous touch. I'm a writer, You say, alluring, daring me, Inviting me in to your world. You wrap your hand Around the corner of my existence Pull it in for a hug, and ask Benevolently, Can I take a look? You didn't have to ask. Your name burns softly When I write it, feels Light when spoken aloud. I read your writing, and feel My thoughts collapse Into the consolatory wings of your own, Undressing me with your words, Caressing the dissonance in perfect syllables. I think of your enchanting eyes, Knock on the door of your being, And say, Come with me.
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7 Reviews Added on June 3, 2013 Last Updated on June 3, 2013 AuthorDana AlsamsamChicago, ILAbout"my brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness." i dance, write and play violin. i'm studying english and training in dance in chicago. i like spooky things, red lipstick, caffeine, punk/indi.. more.. |

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