Kiss My Knuckles While I Hold Your Soul Poem by Laala Kashef Alghata

Kiss My Knuckles While I Hold Your Soul

Rating: 5.0


I write beauty like light in glass,
fleeting and unique. I want to catch
your tears and put a stop to the sadness
that threatens to envelope us
and propel us into obscurity. So kiss my knuckles
while I hold your soul and let us see
what comfort we can give our aching hearts.

I told the world to cry diamonds
because that’s how much pain is worth
and as your eyes dropp I catch a gem,
note its radiance,1.28 carats

of distress resting in my hand like thunder.

I smile into your mouth, my remedy
to your every malady, let my eyes
scream laughter and let my gaze fall
on you. You tilt your head back
and I bow my body down.

I take your fingers in mine and between
us we’re clasping your so soul tightly
it begins to bleed. You say, look how I hurt.

I say, yes, but dear, most wisdom stems from pain.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Phoenix Rory 31 October 2007

I agree with Goldy Locks. This is awesome!

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Goldy Locks 28 October 2007

This Rocked. Hard.

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