Friday, November 21, 2014

I love you

Take these words,
see their delicate tendrils
wrapped around my heart.

Take my heart,
ball it up in your palm
until you can fit it into a fist.

Now unfold your fingers,
loosen your grip. Find
that there it stays rooted.

My love, 
allow the gentle unfolding 
of fingers, finding that it was, 
after all, unnecessary.

Of good mornings and of finding for certain that nothing has ever felt like this.

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