Proximity of Love


The proximity of this love.

Its grasp, taxing and foreboding.

Tunnels of light seem far-reaching, caring and giving.

Always surprising…

daring my deepest insecurity.

Blindsided, my truth can tumble.

It can fall.

I can appraise myself of virtue.

Yet, in love, the close proximity…

makes me feel quite small.imageedit_59_6189602371

 

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