Bone to Bone

bridge of flesh
heaving machinery soft
the heartfelt sump
original drum

weight upon the buttons
with ear pressed
I can feel your voice
through my chest

this gas work sun
has glistened star
upon the words
you leave

here is wrist hinge
to sternum
the minimum of
skin

we can feel our structure
smooth and mortal

the wind is racing through
the limbs
the silhouette from
the light thown on
the blind

I can feel the thunder
arriving like a dream
across the lake

"Love me" you tell me

and the first raindrops
are scattering above
us on the rooftops

— Esker, Apr 19, 2010

About This Poem

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Critiques

DawningDaytripper

16 years 1 month ago

Such a raw romantic! I love

Such a raw romantic! I love talking machinary and nature, you blend them so well. Great read Esker! Julie D.D.

whitetea

16 years 1 month ago

wonderful

"bridge of flesh heaving machinery soft" I often think about the human "mechanism" what a mystery! Very fluid and intimate almost as if you were talking about it happening right now, you launch it into the present, or make it appear to the reader that it is nearly as close.

Esker

16 years 1 month ago

drug is a poet

so many in my travels I have met and i slot I gather and discard the habit I am breaking all the faces still there like the figure in the mystery chair then some speak their eyes open and their soul is glowing they are living in the moment or caught in the nets of the past struggling against the current of the freedom they have sold so much still present tense is the hardest miracle for many are a facade then there are those whom I keep as close true souls in the garden i bask in their radiance their fragrant voices and exclamations somewhere there is though the rose beneath the glass most precious of all writing is like that rose this gift make it appear how correct you are you can see the feel of the hear and thats exceptional Esker~

Electric Blue

16 years 1 month ago

Bone To Bone

O I love the sounds of machinery they have a music to their own as the the machinery of the human being. The sounds of the heart beating blood thundering rushing through the veins breathing like the winds of time just love this my friend Electric blue

Esker

16 years ago

the draw

we transmit gathering smiles frowns the hesitant thought crowns and supine ersatz static that clings to our personal space like lint we spark when touched easing in a fragrance new enriched old oils from travel leathers cottons silks the reek of tensions that need soothing like a voice bath filling our ears surrounding our vision as we listen nodding and adding aprophy constellations and sometimes there is just stillness in a full room eyes sifting eyes like treasure sand beachs while pounding surfs sing breaker booms

Nordic cloud

16 years ago

Oh what a bridge, of flesh!! WONDERFUL

Ann of Norway "bridge of flesh heaving machinery soft the heartfelt sump original drum" Wow his even on its own is a whole universe, in fact a whole orchestrated pattern of the music of the human drumstick!!!!!! Doing its thing with such vigour that we can hear the sound reverberating through the forests and across the wide lakes of Canada in native fiery blasts and joining all the birds, the screams and hammering of woodpeckers, the cry of the loon, the curlews and he croak of the crows, all this while crossing that bridge of flesh warmed by your glance as it spans the gap between the one and the other. Is that the gist of what you were thinking here Steven? Or is it my imagination reading into you provocations and fantasising on their impetus? Its just me, only Ann with love to you " Rachmaninov" "the light thown on" Thrown?