Open Your 'Heart' To It's Touch Poem by James McLain

and it's just that you need it today
knowing that today
was no different than yesterday
and yet when i approach it
and it opens
like you know it will tomorrow
it is not fear that causes you to move
towards it
and when one enigma meets the other
and you do move it closer to the wall
even with each moon in my hand
it trembles as it readies
to open up and each petal
folding open on the rose
and the thorn
in it's heart and it's heat i touch
and though your arms
swimming the back stroke
try to reach backwards to some thing
that never was there
i must need
as you well know
to pull the moon down
now ever closer.
to meet it's living, breathing end.

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