in my hands




at depth, you know searching, in a night
the language you speak, in times of us
loving, the naked words clinging, telling
truth in a bed, outside towns, made up of
days we missed, snow falling untitled
so I keep moments engraved in my hands



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-04-14 at 08:34

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M Heathcote
I agree with, Rob, loved this snow untitled and moments engraved in my hands. Quiet sensually it is elegant, Kath
2008-04-14


Rob Graber
"snow falling untitled"--what a wonderfully unexpected phrase!
2008-04-14


Kathy Lockhart
when i read you poetry Kath, i find myself holding my breath and then releasing in it is a sigh of wonder. This is so romantically beautiful filled with yearning, love, and moments that are too brilliant to express.
2008-04-14