“Creation”
Posted on 29. Nov, 2009 by New Forum in New Forum, Poetry
Creation
By Carly Miller
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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