i pick up my rorschach gloves today.
the rorschach gloves that fit my hands
better than skin itself.
today i press the ink
heavy against your imagination
because i don’t want to
goose-bump your feelings for me
& because language fails me,
syllable by syllable,
when it comes to
how much you have given.
the collection of 2:34 a.m’s
polished to the last gesture
till loneliness softens,
evaporates,
and i think you bigger
than a miracle.
because there is no punctuation,
no diction hidden in the belly of poetry
clean enough to convey how
you gently pull my eyes out of context,
turn them into a star.
because at some point beethoven
ran out of music notes
and, suspended here, between earth&sky,
i feel luckier than elise.
nothing, nothing remains
except to throw my arms around you,
push your aura into my ribs and mouth
but tonight, because you care,
i will let you
create your own meaning of this
& fuck-
i try to write you a line
between venus and orion’s belt
and you make me
spill the whole bottle of ink.
Author notes
Oct. 5, 2008
In case you read. 
Hehe.
Maybe I just felt like being random.
I love you! 
In a list
Honesty.
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I love the 2:34 - the steady increase of anticipation and emotion
lovely! The rorschach gloves were intriguing - but I kept thinking about how they are known to be bias - which fits this piece wonderfully! The parts about language half made me shudder, half made me smile - this whole poem to me speaks of well defined opposites loved the stark vulgarity of 'fuck' in comparison to your author notes too 
Keep writing
Polly
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Aww that is like the sweetest comment ever!
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ahem ... i loved this... you always amaze me...
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Oh, I haven't any suggestions to proffer but oodles of praise which I could pour into the shape of words shaped like Bravo, Outstanding but they aren't adequate. I revelled in your usage of language, found myself in a poem to get lost in and not feel lost in, loved " and i think you bigger than a miracle"
Kudos.
Poetry to carry in the ribcage.
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So damn good.
'rorschach' 'roschach'
You have 2 different spellings there...
I'm not uber familiar with this term, but something tells me it's some kind of brain test...
"fit my hands/better than skin itself."
WICKED good--sounds like you're not comfortable in your own skin...
'goose-bump' <==Kick-ass use of the hyphen and just a plain innovative way to use it.
Language failing YOU? Never. But poetic thoughts.
"belly of poetry"
LOVETH this. Makes me think of "belly in the whale".
"2:34 a.m.s"
I have a tendency lately not to like specific time references because they can be quite randomized sometimes...like, the time was not truly significant, the poet threw it in randomly.
I don't think you're one of those poets, though.
That last stanza is truly well-written.
Love.
Jessica
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Aww thank you! As always. Your comments are awesome.
Thank you for pointing that typo out - my spellcheck says it's Rorschach. It is a test in which the subject is required to identify objects by looking at inkblots, and then the results are interpreted. However, I don't know more about it
Yes, language fails me when it comes to certain people...
I kind of like random times. Well, with me I often really mean "noon" or night" or "evening" but want to be more specific... although, there's the optimism here with the increasing numbers
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Oh I LOVE those kinds of tests... Ambiguous pictures are kick-ass. They keep me staring/mesmerized for well...a couple minutes.
I like times that are significant, but if you like random times, I will like them too when they're in your poems.
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