The heart need only be spread
to be seen; a sleeve worn openly
on limbs, flung wide --
yet the body has much to hide;
depths within depths expand, slipped
through with knots, rough guides
leading foreign hands over lands
of soft earth, as though waters were drawn
up from roots in the ground
to dampen our sleeping fields.
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"... to dampen our sleeping fields."
You have some beautiful phrases here.
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I just had a poem published by Digihitch.com that you might like to read.
"Goodbye, Las Vegas"
http://www.digihitch.com/article1917.html
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