Poem: Lonely Spaces

H. Kris Thomas
I pluck petals and pocket them.
Only the ones that land in the breath between
He Loves Me and He Loves Me Not
And I kiss each soft-skinned miracle
And pray a little prayer
That I'm not wrong
That this little piece of heartache that I
Make a meal of is more than worth it
That it will be sufficient to nourish me and you
And we and us.
In the lonely spaces between tears and kisses
I worry
Between our rough, urgent touches and our silken silences
I fear for me and you and we and us

Published by H. Kris Thomas

So Cal resident writing poetry and other things...but mostly poetry.  View profile

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  • Tina Twito6/26/2010

    Incredible. I love the lines: "Only the ones that land in the breath between
    He Loves Me and He Loves Me Not"

  • Mike Powers6/24/2010

    Excellent poem, Heather! Your use of words is exquisite!

  • Dawn Fisher6/23/2010

    Your poems are truly beautiful!

  • Deb Martin-Webster6/23/2010

    "Between our rough, urgent touches and our silken silences" great line!! Nicely done!

  • Grace Anne Carey6/22/2010

    Really good work. Great opening line.

  • Kristen Wilkerson6/22/2010

    I really liked this poem. Thanks!

  • Oscar Crawford6/22/2010

    Your work is quality feeling prompting I get to share it.

  • Delicia Powers6/22/2010

    Your poems seem always more than anyone else can express," in the breath between He loves Me and He Loves Me Not". It is so visual and at the same time mystical! A lovely poem. Thank you!

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