BELOVED

Even once the cocoon has cracked
and you begin to emerge from
its fibrous shell,
it takes days, a lifetime even,
of stillness and periods of rest.
Your crinkled wings
unfold themselves slowly
like a paper ball
set free of the fist.
Love is an unfurling
in the gaze of your beloved:
to behold and to be held
in that open space.
Love is a process
as much as a state.

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3 responses to “BELOVED

  1. Beautiful! Love the phrase “to behold and to be held,” and the image of the paper ball released from a fist. Stately, meditative, wise.

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