Poetry For Everyday People
Sharon Olds
Wrapped me up
in her quilt
as I sat with
her sipping
red wine,
a candle
alone flickering
in a dark attic,
shinny memories
sharp, waiting,
a soft moment
to stab,
as she confessed
me into confessing
too,
and I thought
of rose petals
raining as I
knocked
on old wounds,
I felt old touches
whispering underneath
our soles,
she sat quiet
saying everything
that needed said,
I listened
with everything
I had,
these two bodies
sitting far away
from touch yet
can stop the bleeding
from so far,
our pact,
our meetings,
all the buttons
she pushed in me
exploding
and I just
wanna tell her
she's my friend
that sometimes
when you grab
that wrist and squeeze
hard as you can
it's not pain
that you're giving.
in her quilt
as I sat with
her sipping
red wine,
a candle
alone flickering
in a dark attic,
shinny memories
sharp, waiting,
a soft moment
to stab,
as she confessed
me into confessing
too,
and I thought
of rose petals
raining as I
knocked
on old wounds,
I felt old touches
whispering underneath
our soles,
she sat quiet
saying everything
that needed said,
I listened
with everything
I had,
these two bodies
sitting far away
from touch yet
can stop the bleeding
from so far,
our pact,
our meetings,
all the buttons
she pushed in me
exploding
and I just
wanna tell her
she's my friend
that sometimes
when you grab
that wrist and squeeze
hard as you can
it's not pain
that you're giving.
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Sharon Olds
Sharon Olds
