you place together these broken pieces of me

to find comfort in your arms is disconcerting (to me)
for I have been hurt, and within that pain
i lost pieces of my faith, my innocence
(some of my sweetness, too)

i settle into the curve of your palm
happy to stay here [for a while]
in this gentle cradle

your kindness touches me
as tangibly as your lips at my cheek.

the way you look at me
[so respectful and sweet]
makes me feel like a lady

when your eyes meet mine
[with desire]
i want to melt into the swirls of your fingertips
and taste the salty secrets of your skin

each time we part
-i think it will be the last-
yet
every time i find that i return

yes, every time i learn
a little more about the way
your heart beats

every time i add my fragrance
to your rumpled cotton sheets.

my heart
has cried a lifetime, it seems -
for (initially) a boy
shattered glass within my chest
and yet somehow you [slowly]
bring the pieces back together
(reflecting hope every which way)...

suddenly there is a new way to see

suddenly there is a heart
beating clearly
inside of me.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

another divine piece of literature my dear... showing how when we are hurt it can be hard to get close to another until someone breaks through those protective walls to see inside our glass heart and giving it the curtain it needs to feel protected again... what can I say your way with words is unmistakeable and incredible.

every time i add my fragrance
to your rumpled cotton sheets.

these lines here by the way... WOW... now these is very sweet but sexy

[Jesse Lynn]

Ah, love after heartbreak. Is there anything sweeter? If there is, it's not by much. There's nothing I can say to improve this, so I'll just leave it at that.

Your writing is beautiful.

[David P. Eckert]

A lovely poem. The shattered glass heart put back together each day by a loving relationship is a wonderful metaphor for the strength of the love and for its fragility at the same time. I like too the subtle ways you describe connection

every time i add my fragrance
to your rumpled cotton sheets.

I really enjoy reading your poetry.

[J]

O.M.G!! What unmitigated purity of thought, Kara. It's magical. It's REAL.I want to quote the first 2 stanzas, but that's too much space, you know what they are. That "antsy, this is nice, but too scary to be here too long ..." feeling - I know it, felt it. Your use of language is flawless, gentle, delicate ... I believe I understand your distinction between [ ] and ( ) except for one word that is driving me NUTS!!! Please tell me why "initially" is ( )? K? So I can sleep tonight?The so-very-tender progression of this piece just flattens me. It is perfection.Your are brilliant. (you get it I like it?)Hugs, baby!~jps Frank Lloyd Wright ROCKS!!!

[Kara Hadley]

i loved the style of this poem. and the flow was really good. which a lot of people mess up with unusual styles.
"every time i add my fragrance
to your rumpled cotton sheets."
my favorite.

[Luke Brooks]

Love the (parenthesis).
Isn't it amazing how love can completely (temporarily) break your heart and then turn around later and totally (almost) repair it.
Once agian, great job.

[Johnny]

....this brought tears of human kindness into my eyes....

you are a special person.....keep on documenting this gift of life that which is u,

jpl

[Richard K]

the way you look at me
[so respectful and sweet]
makes me feel like a lady

when your eyes meet mine
[with desire]
i want to melt into the swirls of your fingertips
and taste the salty secrets of your skin

Beautiful. It's poems like this that remind me how amazing it is to connect with someone. I won't get all sappy in this review though, don't you worry.

my heart
has cried a lifetime, it seems -
for (initially) a boy
shattered glass within my chest
and yet somehow you [slowly]
bring the pieces back together
(reflecting hope every which way)...

:)

[Girl, Interrupted]

yes, every time i learn
a little more about the way
your heart beats

every time i add my fragrance
to your rumpled cotton sheets.

my heart
has cried a lifetime, it seems -
for (initially) a boy
shattered glass within my chest
and yet somehow you [slowly]
bring the pieces back together
(reflecting hope every which way)...

suddenly there is a new way to see

suddenly there is a heart
beating clearly
inside of me.

^ that whole last chunk was amazing.
and that last line was
serisouly like made me stop breathing. and i immediately thought "awwwwwwww".

[Andy Kerstetter]

Very good. A passionate explosion of thought and emotion, as poetry should be I think. I especially liked this part:

"yes, every time i learn
a little more about the way
your heart beats"

You're good at portraying Love as the good and right intimacy that it's supposed to be...Eros, anyone? Good job.

[Jeff Brown]

This poem seems to have the ambiguity that the other one I read lacked. I like how you start by being disconcerted and end up with a singularity. I like the juxtaposition of stanzas 1 and 6 with the rest--and the fact that the juxtaposition is kind of resolved in stanza 9. Good work.