Body had never felt the sensation
sitting in it’s core
It tried to imagine it as cold
Proffered
it must be like hunger
But in world where it’s skin
was constantly touched
by the air
by the sun
by some silence…
Even if it were completely alone
it argued with core somewhat
denying it your absence
SisterJuliaArts 
October 13, 2010 at 1:46 am
The denied absence. The alone yet never alone because there is some touch from some element in this world that touches each of us….A puzzle. Beautiful poem.
Thank you for your comment on my blog. Poetry itself!
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October 16, 2010 at 3:48 pm
“a skin touched by some silence”
exquisite imagining the ultimate dissolving
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