Sunday, June 1, 2014


When I was a child
holding a dandelion,
I learned the meaning of love.
How is it possible
to hold you
but not keep you?
How can I
admire you
yet keep you whole?
How does this being
grow with me
and not around me?
I want to feel you
within my solid grasp,
but more than that,
I want to love you.

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