Month: December 2016

Open, loving

Fists
clenched fingers, knuckles outward, soft inward
guarded
We live like fists
shackled
This life isn’t about winning
loving
Heart drenched in pain
Soul poured into affection
vulnerable and exposed
Awkward, silence filled chasms of quirky,
true
We don’t live in mistake enough
don’t live in unplanned enough for spontaneous to be warm embrace of bed,
comfortable
Here’s my palm
open, willing,
just grab on.

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