How I Live... - Poem by CIRCE TABASAS

there is another world
where my eyes sojourn like
a white yacht
anchoring for a while
while the storm to my
destination rages

this is the place of temporary

there is another world where my
hands permanently reside
it is a world of ropes and chains
where my fingers
are hindered from moving
from pointing
except to feel what my heart

my eyes are too honest
they do what they want
they feast when they are hungry

my fingers are like nuns
in the monastery
my hands are the nunneries

on two worlds my body lives
the rope, the chains and the

meanwhile, the confessional is
the sins revealed
to God in metaphors...

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 9, 2011

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