Sunday, August 31, 2014

i have glass wrists and you have see-through 
slivers from the shattering
of our resolve. 
we held hands with our fingers on the door and
my mother never told me that it was okay to be scared but 
Darling,
i need you and it is not a chain.

so we let spiderwebs 
form on the doorknob
again. 

1 comment:

Cheryl said...

I always find something beautiful in your posts, but this is just stunning in its entirety. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

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