An addiction to hands and feet...

Publication #2 in the UCI New Forum Fall '09 issue :)
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Creation

I am a proud form-
My body was planted with roots, bound earth
And yet my hands sprouted to hold onto you.

I have crafted blood to flow
Through the jungle of nerves,
Past the artifacts of beating thoughts

That surface, like spice on the tongue
Affecting your autumn-bitten face.
Your chapped lips split wide,

Revealing your teeth,
That gentle gateway
That allows for you to speak

Of tangled fingers and crossing veins.
You have been formed, and I am proud
To hold you against the sky.

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obsession: dance anthem of the 80s- regina spektor.
listen and swell.