sighs*

49 emotions of mine….
Looking up, but where are the signs
to show me the way?

Or are all signs present and
accounted for but I’m turning
my face to something more?

Something more fleshy and closer
to that answer to that question
that keeps a continuous spin
in my dreams and keeps me in
a permanent state of distraction
all through the next day?

Brininging sighs……~inside~….

And the vibrations in me….
Revealing in me…
Instilling in me…
A warmth.
I thought only good wine could provide.

sighs*

ericanervous

Joined February 2008

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this is a poem about the moments of stomach butterflies and sweaty palms.

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