Thursday, January 04, 2007

Like Rollerskates

On the bed
in my childhood room
was a white chenille bedspread
I used to run my fingers across it.
It was like rollerskating.
You could still feel it
when you stopped.
I would look at my hands
filled with the sensation.
It was amazing.
The deep purple corduroy bedspread
that I picked out later
was even more thrilling.

--me strauss Letting me be

4 comments:

Tracey said...

What lovely textured words you use. Great work. I just discovered your site, but hope to come back again REAL soon. Cheers, Tracey.

ME Strauss said...

Hi Tracey,
Thank you! I hope to see you back again soon as well. :)

Christine said...

Beautiful. Lovely poem.

ME Strauss said...

Thank you, Christine. I like the memory. It brings me home.