- Books, Literature, and Writing
Stitches I Drew - A Poem
And there they all stood,
while he alone rocked the house.
I was reminded of beatnik of the crippled and the blindly damned.
I moved my body and music,
it wrapped around me
spun me in circles even as my side ached
and the rhythm would not let go.
Stitches I drew across the floor as
your voice it wrapped around me and my hips rocked with you
back and forth,
side to side,
criss cross and in circles
back around you.
You looked at me, and I felt it,
in the way my shoulders moved and my
arms tried to hug the tune even after the riff pounded against me and
I became bigger and bigger.
With a sharpie marker I write down the sound of what people call me.
and I wait to talk to you.
and cant shake it,
can’t shake what you did to me back there.
You moved me. Moved me to write. Moved me to dance.
I’ll see you tomorrow? Yes doll face, tomorrow.
Moved me to forget,
and for a moment, a shiny
pristine moment, there was bliss.