Reading in(breathing out) BrailleA Poem by Amanda GrangerSometimes you just don't know how to read the one you care about most.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.
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Added on January 6, 2014 Last Updated on January 6, 2014 AuthorAmanda GrangerNew Orleans, LAAboutI'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..Writing
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