Starved for TouchA Poem by Arly ParentIt has been...3 years, 6 days, 23 hours, and 5 minutes since a finger lingered... on my skin since a hand brushed unhurried through my hair since someone took their time with me felt unhurried with me and just wanted to trace the patterns of me We are at all times whorls and dips and raised edges and valleys and peaks empty coloring books and unfinished pictures "Can you finish the picture?" because there's nothing more empty... than a child's half-finished coloring book... full of dashed lines for tracing and the space between the outlines to lay the color. Thick brown pages recycled and rough and partially covered in the sweet residues of innocence and when times were good pages filled to bursting with colored pencil lines and crayon and the dotted half of ice cream cones filled in and then it just... ends... the pages go unfinished the dotted lines remain not whole and the coloring book its thick brown pages its color... fade and curl left with steadily bleaching memories of the sweet times the times when... it has been 3 years. 6 days, 23 hours, and 7 minutes since I last knew touch... and holding myself together doesn't count
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Added on August 31, 2015 Last Updated on September 1, 2015 AuthorArly ParentLantana, FLAboutThere's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..Writing
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