First Time I Knew

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

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