lou
lou
Nov 05, 2011

Finger Tips

Arms reach 
Tendons stretch
Finger tips clutch
Inches away

Touching the hem of your garment
Plucking a thread
Pulling away from me
Shoving me into the distance

No purchase
No grasp
No hold
No touch

Your smile tantalises,
the tone of your voice entices.
Your sparkling eyes make promises,
you are not willing to keep.

Torture
Agony
Assault
Battering

Slapping my senses
Why is everything I long for 
Out of reach?

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West London, GBR

Favorite Poets: Pablo Neruda

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Comments

R

raj

13 years 5 months ago

raw emotions laid threadbare is how i rate this live wire write of yours...

Geezer

Geezer

13 years 5 months ago

I felt the strength of emotion, the need of something unfulfillable. My only criticism is, that I would not have used the contraction, [ you're ] I would have spelled it out as two words. [ You are ]. ~ Gee

lou

lou

13 years 5 months ago

Cat,

Thank you so much.

Lou

Esker

Esker

13 years 4 months ago

there is freedom in deciet
a game of chance
for a prize thats rigged
always more alluring
then the easy moves

sometimes "what ifs"
taste better in thought
then the "sure thing"

great poem Lou
gritty and surreal!

weirdelf

Really well well written, very effective. Ending a poem with a question is tricky. Maybe you could have a look at the need for that.

As part of your body of work, you know what I think.

emogothgirl

jeezum, it never fails to amaze me how people know exactly what i feel on this site. no suggestions necessary on my part!

lou

lou

13 years 4 months ago

thanks

lou