Matt dalgetty

Hands - Poem by Matt dalgetty

Missus unfurling words and hands
I take just one little hit of her
And I cannot stop
I cannot help myself
I cannot help her
Words arrange themselves on the ceiling
She curls her fingers round my hand

We are longing incarnate
Desires breath
Warm across my chest
Shy eyes accessed

Feign a furtive sense of happiness in bounds
Watching it come across your lips
Poetic blood rising in veins
Excretory sustain
Deception momentarily tamed
Flows absorbed saddened enraged


Nationally bonded tears
Wetting the veil in turns
Until the silk can no longer be held,
up, falls, Burns,
Written across the silk of your skin

They, torch in hand

Fighting them off
Letting them in
Fighting them off
Letting them in
Caught between palms and fists

Exasperated conversationalists
Sprawling images of the past rearrange themselves
To find their respective place
Well into the morning
Where all is forgotten and gone
Longing strangely still there
Above these remnents hanging tepidly in the

And our hands
Surveying stop to relay
The expanse of it all
Stands so graceful so tall smiles
Eyes wide,
Fleetingly distant and,

Comments about Hands by Matt dalgetty

  • (5/5/2011 2:46:00 PM)

    This poem is full of passion..wonderfully described! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 5, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 6, 2011

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