Hold me lightly
cupped like water
and do not clench
or grasp
or squeeze;
just lightly
soft -
carefully casual like,
precious even.
I shall rest there,
in your hand
so soft -
courageously gentle;
a warm resting place
for freedom
to lie still a moment.
A little pool
of freedom
inviting you to sip
but not hold.
michelle
Feb 2010
1 comment:
That's lovely, Michelle.
Ownership in relationships is a sad but common thing that I had hoped would disappear within my lifetime.
No chance as it turns out.
Perhaps if I live to be 1050.
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