I’ve learned to walk through water,
to breathe tiny breaths.
You lick the salt from my skin
but it falls from your mouth
onto a barren bed. Sweat and blood
dissolve then reappear like invisible ink.
The pool I lie in is stagnant,
droplets levitate just out of reach.
Bone and sinew recoil, expand, one foot
in front of the other.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Oh! That is so delicious I could eat it. x
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Reblogged this on EXPLOITS OF THE VOLEQUEEN and commented:
I love poetry and Charlotte is one of my favourite poets. Just read it all and weep.
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You are so kind! (((Hugs)))
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Wow – very evocative, very moving. Will re-read again once I finish this comment! xD
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Thank you!
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hey there.
some rather evocative images. some implied intimacy but never really coming to fruition. (barren & stagnant) — which is interesting considering the title of going forward.
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Great to see you back in the poetry community, Brian. Thanks for stopping by.
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Lovely stuff Charlotte. Sorry it took me so long to (re)visit here and make a comment.
Anna :o]
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Thanks, Anna. No apology necessary. We all have busy lives and I owe some visits as well.
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