May 10, 2012 15:48
~ First Time I Knew ~
I could touch your hand in my imagination, touch your ─
I could watch your hand trace against the binding of a book
I could listen to your mouth in my imagination, listen to it hum against ─
I could taste your mouth as the hand traces the binding of this book
I could read your words in my imagination, read as a page turning in your ─
I could remain silent against my own voice as you trace the binding of my book
I could kiss you - let it all come and remain - the only voice I know beyond words
I could take your hand letting the fingers trace against the stanzas and the person
I could tell you I love you, let circles run around and over ─
I could please your delusions, turning away as you stand on tip toes reaching for the creases of literature.
I could; I can't
this is the first time I knew
poetry: self-authored