Reading in(breathing out) Braille

Reading in(breathing out) Braille

A Poem by Amanda Granger
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Sometimes you just don't know how to read the one you care about most.

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Your eyes were punishing me
That day on the beach when
In silence my fingers traced your skin again
I felt the impression of your moles beneath my finger tips
Like braille, I tried to read you
Like a blind woman, slow and hapless
Sometimes loosing and using my lips
Exploring the tapestry of flesh pressed
Soft against your bones and speaking to
Your soul; an echo from within
A reverberation vibrating back to me
Again

Recoil

Rewind
Your breaths and moans like Morse code

Gasp

Gasp
[Stop]

Puff
Puff

Please
[Stop]

But I couldn't decipher the message
Between puckered lips 
And crooked teeth, the steady croon
The shaky whir in the background
Of our lonely song
Separated by galaxies and timezones alone
I was too lost in the lines
Running from your lips to your finger tips
Too tangled in our mingled thoughts
Like star-dust and space-dust
Trapped within the rancor of our minds
All contracting and combining in a
White-hot burst of energy and entropy
And life, limitless beyond and within us

This "us" we've become after
So many hours and so many months
All adding up to this moment
And I think I understand the message
Your mind, not your body, was sending me
But my own mind, too credulous, couldn't capture its
Essence till that Golden Moment when 
All became one; two meshed in one
All became clear.

© 2014 Amanda Granger


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Amanda Granger
Amanda Granger

New Orleans, LA



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I'm a 20 year old Spanish major with a double minor in English and Latin American studies. I love reading, writing, and contemplating the confounding patterns and puzzles that make up reality; I dabbl.. more..

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