Handling you
with a delicate touch
Is my grip too weak
as to be alarming?
Or too strong
as to be suffocating?
How can I open my arms?
so clumsy
When you had always
done this
for me.
Handling you
with a delicate touch
Is my grip too weak
as to be alarming?
Or too strong
as to be suffocating?
How can I open my arms?
so clumsy
When you had always
done this
for me.
This is a beautiful poem! I love the artwork too, and they go so well together.
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. π
Tough questions–perhaps they sum up why I’m isolated, mostly by choice.
Well I hope things go well if that choice changes. Relationships are hard. π
Beautiful…
Thanks!