inside you

You’re not so cold to touch
as your manner does suggest;
the mercury nestled in your lips
reveals a different story –
shows me your blood is at all times
feverishly warm with life and fervour.

And you’re not so difficult to love
as your past cruelly suggests;
the stethoscope pressed to your chest
sounds out a different tale –
tells me your heart quickens when it should
and slows only when it must.

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June 2, 2007

hi,from Japan.Thank you for your comment.I envy you because you can write poem.Yes, It’s difficult for western people to learn Japanese. In addition to that, I respect you teach yourself. Have a wonderful weekend!

June 2, 2007

Ah, you’re brilliant. Lovely. One day, your diary will become a book.

June 4, 2007

godl….brilliant! who is this about?

for some reason, i can relate to this, though i’m sure i’m interpreting it in a different context than what it was written. but that’s what poetry does…it’s a uniquely organized set of words that incite the emotions inside of someone, pricking at a person’s emotions through the filters of interpretation that we all possess.