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Been so long since I’ve been loved, even touched,
I told her, with no pity in my voice, just fact,
and she reached over and took my hand
in both of hers and felt deftly its several bones
and worn gristle that held them in place
as if she were holding a bird that hit a glass door,
to feel it come back alive in her hands. All day I flew.
Copyright 2018 Doug Anderson
very cool.
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Yeah.
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Exquisite. Painful. Remarkable poem.
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every word of this beautiful poem brings forward the deep meaning of the love sought for and the longing—you write so directly, I learn from such a poem to leave everything out that doesn’t direct the reader right to the beating heart of the words….
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