Now that you have my heart in your palms
squeezing it, will be easier
the fragile veins creaking through tissues
tormented with pain, roaring to burst.
Hold it gently, a dear request
the petals are tender, dried
Heat of hot summer, yet
has smoldered it with indignation.
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my heart, my love in your hands, fine expression, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.