poetry: my heart on my sleeve

I hold you in my heart but you don’t see me
I gaze deep down into your soul but you don’t feel me
Your blood runs like poison through my veins
I see you in front of me even though I shut my eyes
I feel you against me even though you aren’t here
I smell you on my skin and hair
I hear your voice
Your energy envelopes me

[© by me Spring 2005]



Author: Mari Adkins

Appalachian gothic fiction writer - my works reflect a love of literature flavored by the darkness and magic residing in these ancient mountains. In my spare time, I'm a Simmer, I tumbl, I journal, but I always have a very strange sense of humor. I have lived away from the mountains and lived deep in the mountains. I currently live in Central Kentucky with my lifepartner and his cat. The mountains, their culture, their superstitions, their particular magics, will always be in my blood.