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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