About the Poem
My lovers hands, as seen in a dream, inspired this poem. It's about longing and loving in spite of seemingly insurmountable distances.
I dream your hands on paper
and blackest need
on purest white
while violent slashes
of desire are softened
smudged by the edge of your palm
like bruises on the page
as I watch your hand
move over my name
I wake to your name
in my mouth
and sweetest longing
on the loneliest tongue
while I move through the passage
of these longest days
bruised and grieving
and crazed enough
to sleep with your letters
to pray for dreams of your hands
to lick the backs of
stamps and flaps of envelopes
a taste of you
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