they’re there
just can’t be seen
but that don’t mean
they’re not there
invisible snares
wanderin' windin' their way
where they’re gonna stay
layin' latent ‘cross the
slippery surface
threshold scorin' identified
their ridges unique
to the exclusion of all others
carry the mark of no one else
their friction amplifyin'
vibratin' my soul
signalin' the shadows
of my lost past
they’re there
seems they’ve always been
right there under my skin
makin’ their way within
no beginnin' and no end
born in passion and in sin
plastic or patent
no difference to repent
the burden mine
for now and all time
oh, yeah, they’re there
layin’ our love bare
the fingerprints
of your heart
on mine
just can’t be seen
but that don’t mean
they’re not there
invisible snares
wanderin' windin' their way
where they’re gonna stay
layin' latent ‘cross the
slippery surface
threshold scorin' identified
their ridges unique
to the exclusion of all others
carry the mark of no one else
their friction amplifyin'
vibratin' my soul
signalin' the shadows
of my lost past
they’re there
seems they’ve always been
right there under my skin
makin’ their way within
no beginnin' and no end
born in passion and in sin
plastic or patent
no difference to repent
the burden mine
for now and all time
oh, yeah, they’re there
layin’ our love bare
the fingerprints
of your heart
on mine
7 comments:
My goodness, you are STEAMING this morning!!!!
oh, hey, gemel! yeh, just shakin' and bakin'!!! ;)
a little fun ditty: about an hour after i posted this, my little 4 yr old grandson came in with a new book from the library - he came running up to me and said "look at my new book: FINGERPRINT DRAWING BOOK" - neat, huh!!!
Wow! i'M HUMBLED BY THIS. Strong, sensitive, primal infusion. Love every beat, every word.
thanks so much for your kind words, lake! it's always so wonderful to know that someone out there hears or listens or knows - or feels!!! thank you!
oh, and i love your blog! great stories!
The firgerprints of your heart
On mine
Those few words bear such tenderness...
How can they fit with passion and sin?
I seem to remember, from the deep past, that you once wrote me "there is no sin in love", or words to that effect. Or am I mistaken, as I so often am?
Time's slipping by, time's going away
Through my clenched fist
Death is void of love
Death is emptiness
But why would I be afraid? We in Québec share a laugh with the Lady in black every day.
Where's this hard drive, pray tell me?
Roger, Neither Drunk Nor Doped
dear roger, i am so sorry to only now be finding your comment here which now makes my response so long over due - this poem really speaks to the indelible print left upon one's heart when that one love comes along - and refers to the way in which some love relationships might be viewed by the world outside - how difficult it is to keep such a love to one's self without others knowing of it because it is so passionate so overwhelming - and then, the impact upon the lovers if discovered -
and you are not mistaken in this instance, nor do i know of others in which you are, dear roger - i did say and will always say that there is no sin in love - and of the word sin, what is it? ah, but that is another poem for another time, right?
do not let your fist clench, instead, won't you open it and receive all the good that is sent your way - from this heart -
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