Two Walls, Dizzy With Rain-Touch Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim

Two Walls, Dizzy With Rain-Touch



Two walls, dizzy with rain-touch
And suffused with gauzily amorous sunlight,
Creep over a hill and meet
And so our foreheads touch.

Silence between our hands grows into clasped music
Sprinkling our finger-tips with attenuated chords of touch.
Our hearts weave low songs to this accompaniment:
So low that even silence cannot hear.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: silence
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Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim

Mississippi / United States
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