Monday, December 03, 2007

Exchange

i break a nail;
he reaches down, picks it up,
and offers me his.

he pulls a muscle;
i touch it lightly, kiss it,
and give him mine.

i puncture my heart;
he weighs down his spirit;
we look up, smile, and exchange.

2 comments:

ransomedhandmaiden said...

ooh I like it!

Except the thought of someone picking up a piece of broken nail weirds me out slightly.

Everything else was just lovely. Especially the last verse.

Lindsey Renee said...

I like this a lot too though I agree with Annie that the nail thing is kinda creepy.