Strangers Walking...
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
Strangers walking through my glasses,
hollowness cannot give chances,
shallow stalking, ever seeking,
peeking out at strangers weakly.
Strangers sneaking through my gardens,
reaching stems begin to harden,
breaching depth and never seeking,
drawing back from strangers meekly.
Strangers peering through my genders,
naivety that once was tender,
fragility, forever seeking,
staring out at strangers bleakly.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/14/03
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Reindeer
but thank God I have Xray proof clothes cause i dont want anyone looking through my gender.
which got caught in a blender
but I digress
I want to know how they do that...[smiles]
I love your work.
Excellent and profound
William
and yes layers
Peggy
Fantastic write...
Trixie :)
Chrissie
Yours poetically,
Toris