Your Body Is A Closed Fan Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim

Your Body Is A Closed Fan



Your body is a closed fan
Holding long brush-strokes of glowing repose.
Your words clumsily unloosen the fan
And it dips to the rustling birth of forgotten doubts.
Your soul bears the fan lightly in his hand
And waves to the mirror his blind eyes cannot touch.

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

Maxwell Bodenheim

Mississippi / United States
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