tied round my waist
with the slightest inclination
you can pull me close
anywhere almost anything
i would do for you
a tug, a word, a look
i'm in orbit anew
do you know your power?
you hold it effortlessly
until someday it breaks
or becomes gold
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i see this tender-izzzing progression in your poetry---from painfully wary, eyes darting toward the exit, fear bubbling up to...most recent poem...hopeful, joyful, abandonment to whatever happens, trusting and free to feel with no fear (or at least lessening :)
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