Poetic License: September 2001 Online Poetry Journal

Untitled
by Taneka Stotts

cotton candy machine
by zekeil

Two
by Daniel Sanders

The other side of tragedy
by Cohen Morosoff

On the Way to the Library
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by Micah McKee

Lining in the clouds
by Jose Vadi

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Two
by Daniel Sanders

We sat together

so close touching

staring in perpendicular

directions sighing

deeply trying to

breathe out the

rocks in our stomachs.

It was something so

memorable

something that I

didn't want to

remember forget

and so I write

about it about you

about us

because I tell the

truth in my poetry

words can't lie

or avert their eyes

and my words are almost

as powerful as the

picture in my head,

the ones you can't

see, but you try to

You ask me questions,

sometimes

when we lay like

parallel "s's"

and my legs snake

around you

and my fingers trickle

down your spine

like rain

or tears

that fall into your

cupped hands

and sometimes end up

running down my cheeks

or fall from your eyes

to my lips

and I taste your

salt, your essence

the purest kiss that

you can give me.

You have made me greedy

with your kiss and

now I wonder why I

have two eyes to stare

into the infinity of you

where I could get lost,

distracted for days

trying to count all the

leaves in your forest

why I have two ears

to hear you whisper

monosyllabic words

and short pants and

gasps

but I only have

one mouth to receive

your love

your mouth

one mouth

to tell you what

I am really thinking

and so I use my hands

(both of them)

the right to write

the words my mouth

can't speak

the left to caress

you, to pull you close,

you, the one thing

that matters most to

me now.

And so I drew a picture

of you this morning

but I used words

instead of lines

to paint you as my

mind sees you

as my hands feel you

as my mouth tastes you

and can't form the

words to tell you.

But I didn't finish

because I got stuck

at the spot on your

back where your

shoulders almost touch

where your skin was

pulled taught

and reflected morning's

soft glow

because your hands

were at your face

catching your essence

I stop to think about

the words your mouth had

formed.

"You'll be alright

I'll be alright

We'll be alright"

and I smile.

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