Untitled
by Christy Craig
genre:
Poetry
description:
music
chapters
chapter 1:
January 1997
January 1997
chapter 1
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updated 06/04/08
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Close as touch
Touch as a feather,
feathery ice
You seep in, whispering
Then find my heart or
twist the key
to unleash thoughts, memories, secrets
I breathe, I sweat, I burst
with emotions, tears, breath, warmth,
sensuality,
silent rage
All from words
Words cut to a sliding guitar string,
the expert hand on keys made of elephant,
a reverberating thump feel it,
and a voice that sweeps around my insides
and there I am
back to top
Touch as a feather,
feathery ice
You seep in, whispering
Then find my heart or
twist the key
to unleash thoughts, memories, secrets
I breathe, I sweat, I burst
with emotions, tears, breath, warmth,
sensuality,
silent rage
All from words
Words cut to a sliding guitar string,
the expert hand on keys made of elephant,
a reverberating thump feel it,
and a voice that sweeps around my insides
and there I am
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