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Soft Boiled Heart
Sometimes,
My heart hardens,
Stresses from work,
Heat from finances,
Strip and rend my humanity,
I forget who I am,
Rough, scaly edges manifest,
crystallize, form,
I get defensive; distant, selfish;
For this, I am sorry.
But now, now my sweet,
My heart has softened,
It has felt some of the best of what it is to be human,
A fantastic group inspired, uplifted, caressed me,
My heart melted in the love-surround,
Now, it longs to call out to you, “Share life with me!”
At present, I yearn to touch another, you,
And barely hesitating within novel sensation,
dare I take a risk and ask,
“Will you dance with me?”
Written by M. Kirby Moore
lovely poem~