Triumph

Like a wounded heart on suicide strings
I unfold you, and let you down easy.
This precious envelope I fit in
is covered up with lacy glue,
tepid tape and acidic postage.
I am lifted into heaven
with your clever handshake
and supple smile and I am in awe
of your workman's hands and your
fashionable attaché.

I am yours.
The tension in my lips grows numb.
My feet ache in your direction.
I don’t even know you.
My fear is my love,
and my heart is awakened as once before.
I am beautiful again.
I am a boat crossing a sea,
a mountain completing the scenery.
I am the sky’s grace. I can hold all the weight.
I will blossom. I will grow.
I am passion. I am greed.
I offer myself to you
safe among the ruins of my dreams
and again I climb to you
at the top of the stairs

©jnl

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