poem for 3/27/10

What I mean is, I never wrote a poem for her when she was alive.

I never wrote
a poem for you
not really,
shamed by that now

But then again that is
what you would have
expected from me
if you ever thought about it

Always never quite there
my fumbling fingers
would be skidding away
from your soft willful body

I’d get close though
and you would sigh
that frictive air so cute
out your fleshy mouth

Then your chuckle
like a young hiccup
and for you
then, there
what I gave you
was, maybe, just about enough

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One response to “poem for 3/27/10

  1. I liked the lines “my fumbling fingers would be skidding away” that personification as if the fingers were seperate from the rest of you was very intersting….thanks!

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