and watch you from such small distance
that my chest nearly touches yours.
Who are you, bearer of my meanings?
Who am I when you move above the lines
on my palms and alters my destiny?
The world I know
vanishes, little by little,
behind your resting eyes.
(Written for Taking it to the streets, over at the Imaginary Garden)
I think the questions you ask in the second stanza are essential to understanding the meaning of relationships - the way one person can affect another's life so profoundly.
ReplyDeleteKerry has voiced beautifully what this poem speaks. Yet I can see someone on a park bench sleeping and you wondering where you fit into his dreams...beautiful. Thanks for participating in the challenge.
ReplyDeleteLove the questions you raise. Great write.
ReplyDeleteI also like the questions on the second stanza ~ The vanishing bit by bit, speaks a lot of the relationship ~ Good one kenia ~
ReplyDeletebrilliant, especially the first line ~
ReplyDeleteThat's stunning! I stumbled upon your blog through the lipogram challenge elsewhere. I'm glad I did because that's just what I needed to read today. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThat's such a cool opening line!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely love "bearer of my meanings." YES.
ReplyDeleteSo much of us is wrapped up in the ones we love. A very dear poem
ReplyDelete"bearer of my meanings."...beautifully said...
ReplyDeleteWhat a kick to consider being one with the effect of our writing. Quantum poetics?!
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