mine own hands

Posted byjen padronPosted inaddictions, anything filmic, ASYLUM, color, dq, fall, forlorn, lies, love, Uncategorized
She came on like gangbusters
starfire melding in me
disintegrated as fast
as suddenly
hands
mouth
a wincing smile
her clear clear clear
blue eyes
doubled no coupling
leaving a remarkable knowing
           she’s gone
i fell in love with that look
all over
all over
all over
empty this time
mine own hands left open
wet from fall rain

 

Published by jen padron

Mover and a shaker. Comrade. Community Bridger. Creative. Filmica. Sentimentalist. Imminent. Emergent Social Action. Change Agent. Voted for Hillary (2008, 2016). Lives & Resides in Atlanta.

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