Open your heart
Speak your feelings
As my hands will never reach them
Your mind yells
Your lips don't allow you to
Do you have enough air?
Or your hands can't pull your skin?
The tomb of hope
Closing your lips
I want them against mine
Steel and ivory
Against sanity
I want to meet you closer
Be mine
I want you now
But we will never meet this way
So harsh
So soft
So empty
So hard to understand
Author notes
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3744338
A contest entry
- Write Me Your Best--- INVITE ONLY by daviscth.
6000 points, ended January 11, 2008, 33 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Turn those greenies to Gold (or silver or bronze) by whispernthedark.
440 points, ended February 2, 2008, 41 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow. That is a wonderful poem. I love the imagry, the cold metals, just everything. The structure is good. I can't really think of much more to say about this poem. I'm sorry. Maybe I'll come back to it and read it again sometime.
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I enjoyed reading this, thanks for posting in my contest and all the best of luck to you at judging, Cathy
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