My love is a clenched fist,
Raised in anger,
Swinging wildly to be free
Of my tightly woven heart.
Devotions and passions
That are born of you,
Bite and thrash for expression,
I struggle to free them, to let you see them.
I die a little more each time I fail.
I’m panicking Sue, fearful that
you will never
Know the depths
To which you fill me
Terrified that
I will never unclench my fist
For you to hold.
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