Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Atrophy

your touch
sends ripples through
my skin to marrow,
remotest vessels
in the corners
of my heart
sheltered in their fear
before your whisper
broke the years
of bad cholesterol,
woke arteries in atrophy
and new life flowed.

11 comments:

  1. This is a good poem Ben, But I found your zen..your gift...it lies in the quirk, like me, that is what spins your wheels, more scifi, or fantasy or horror or just strange from the quaky vault some call your mind would be brilliant!

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    1. Oh, I know. Sometimes I just need to get out those romantic feelings :-)

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  2. Almost every mention of heart-plus-feeling is about heartbeats. You had a really, really good angle in this one.

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    1. Thank you, Jack. With the exception of the line on marrow. I argued with myself about including it. I'm still not sure.

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    2. Well, I think marrow and cholesterol were fantastically unique angles. Those, plus the absence of the word "beat," make this really work.

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  3. grrr! i fucking love this!
    i want it! ;)


    lisa

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  4. a different type of love poem. 'before your whispers broke the
    years of bad cholesterol.

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You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!