11/7/21
Your heart lives vehemently
through my own;
within every beating step
or skipped breath
is the gentleness I look for.
alongside your quick pulse
I fix my stride,
to be evermore held as one.
the callouses on your fingertips
hold close my anxious soul;
like clay, you mold me
make me better
yet,
more fragile,
until in your warm palm
you hold
someone easily loveable
unashamed
and yet
pliable
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