With Delicate Zest



Is it real?
Do I feel
what I feel
when you’re near?
Is it weird?
Have I earned
what you’re worth?


Because this yearn
that has birthed,
welled up,
and dispersed
through my chest
hits so hard
it should hurt.


Yet it calms,
and belongs
like it’s right.
Keeps me warm
when the night
brings a chill.


So I’ll hold
and caress you
with delicate
so you know
just how much

you fulfill.



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