To be dim and helpless,
like a flickering ember.
Soft heat radiates
tender,
the way I’d imagined
this
to feel,
a sensation
of closeness.
I breathe and
recognize fear.
Darling, I’m torn
between affection
and the kind of doubt
that weighs down
my dreary.

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