Porcelain

Written in 2009

 The pale porcelain veil

Of soft, tender skin

Upon my outstretched palms

Holds out for you

 

Waiting for you

To transpire

In the foggy luminosity

Of the misty morning sun

 

I am unsure

How long my arms have been

Stretched towards you

Or how long they will remain

 

My hands are too small

To hold out the wind

My muscles feeble

And my pale skin easily bruised

 

There isn’t much more

Of this ache

My porcelain hands

Can take

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

This was very pretty.. a sweet feel to it.. not so much desparation just honesty.. and hope trying to hang on to something and not knowing if you can..well done