Fists of Love & Fear

Fists of Love & Fear

A Poem by mysticgmekeepr



I covered my vulnerability
with fists of love,
shielding the soft spots of naked truth,
the places I think might get ravaged in an exchange.
Somehow believing that a small and shaky hand
can protect the fragileness of opening
from the howling winds of interaction.

I am unclad and uncovered
but for the illusion of language and picture;
a cloak of confetti
that covers nothing of me,
only a thin veil of distraction over the eyes
that are looking to see....
I am unclothed, naked in shivering need
with just the shroud of hands
to protect the fragileness of opening,
drapes across the colorful landscape,
shielding the caverns of soft places.

I am
laid out like a thoroughfare
waiting the brush of someone else’s dreams
to mix and mingle with the paint of me,
further splattering the terrain with mud and brilliance.
and I tremble still
covering myself with small and shaky fists of love.

© 2010 mysticgmekeepr


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I am a woman and a child, an adolescent in an older persons shell, an ancient in a child's disguise, a mystery and a metaphor, opposites and contradictions, swirling waters and peace. more..

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