I feel as if I can bear to open, as long as I am within an inch of my love,
Grasping onto his finger as a newborn clutches anything that comes into range,
I feel as if I can bear to visit my most secret, most guarded, tender places, as long as I may be carried to bed with him at the end of the night,
I feel as if I can stay open… if I know he is at the end of a phone call, a deep embrace
when I ask for him.
Its almost like my heart is revisiting ‘newborn’
And this time rather than closing in fear, I am opening in expectation of