Coming Home
Karen Schindler writes even when she's not writing. A lover of
words her whole life, she is amazed and awed when she can string them
together in a way that touches another soul.
She is currently working on three novels in a series and just began a young adult novel. You can visit her at miscellaneousyammering,
a
blog that mixes together soul searching, comedy, zen, and plain
old giddy entertainment that will be sure to brighten your day. Her
poem is a textured expression of art and eroticism. It reads the way
you might expect a sculpture to look. As you read it, focus on form and
see it in your own way.
Coming Home
By Karen Schindler
lying back
her skin alabaster
he drinks her in with his greedy eyes
he lingers on
the gentle curve of her side
the space between bottom rib and rounded hip
he reaches yearning
his skin blue-black, nearly ebony
to touch to feel to linger
her gaze never leaving his face
a sigh escapes him
as
his hand fits exactly into her curve
as though it was always there
waiting
just for him
Posted by Annmarie at 7/24/2009 11:15 PM 
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: free verse Karen Schindler
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: free verse Karen Schindler
This poem has an earthy rightness about human nature. The voiceless skin has a language of its own -- unknown to the lexical world.
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