Fists of Love & FearA Poem by mysticgmekeeprI 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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Added on February 21, 2010Last Updated on February 21, 2010 AuthormysticgmekeeprOHAboutI 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..Writing
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