carefully





my body holds your name
keeping distance
closer now

engraved truths
in hands reaching
evening dress code

and searching chilled rooms
for the warmth of your eyes
talking unhidden

a leaf tappering window panes
listen carefully
warning told

stockexchange closing
hours of sleep
and still this silence

behind me a sence of whispers
winter a poem of white

still ...........



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-07-10 at 18:51

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
how do you weave your mystery young lady with lines like these

and searching chilled rooms
for the warmth of your eyes
talking unhidden

this is wonderful stuff and worthy of publication rgds Mike
2007-07-10