Awakened

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  • sentientsmile
  • is torn between new beginnings and continual longing.

Awakened

You reach for me, the tips of your

calloused fingers brush my

wet

 cheek and in the dim light I

notice that your nails are

ragged.

I don’t have to

wonder why.

Leaning into your warmth my

eyes drift shut and I simply

feel you. All of you.

Under you is

the only home I need.

Slowly I lead your

broken hand (heart)

to my chest. Maybe the frail flutter

of mine will give yours life

again. In the moonlight you

breathe my name,

exhalted.

And to my tingling ears it sounds

like a word that I could

love.

This is power.

You brush my loose hair

from my face and

gently kiss my

mouth.

The delicate pressure of your

desire for me

feels like comfort.

As the burning of my innocence

subsides I feel your strength and

your yearning soul.

In the veiling darkness we make

beautiful noises together.

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Kaiprin commented on Awakened

12-04-2009

This poem feels like you exorcised a great deal of emotion from a past event. Good structure. Good stuff.

DeepEclipse commented on Awakened

11-17-2009

Gorgeous. It pours itself with such honesty. Strong with desire. Absorbing the sincerity of a true bond. I also like how you mentioned [this is power], proving that power is not always a stance of superiority. Sometimes power comes back to you according to how much you give. A good soft spoken poem.

AshRenee commented on Awakened

11-02-2009

Your words are so sad, and it makes me wonder what else you don't share with the rest of the world. I'm always here, love. You don't need to go through hurt alone. You produce such wonderful poems, and I'm sorry that pain is the basis for the best ones

In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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