Exhaling
That old knot is loosening, unspooling like a camera reel - it rolls away
along floors revealing snapshots of you, developing me. Those frayed
wires and split hairs, the roads once forked, are starting to merge.
Somehow my plain palette is mixing anew with tie-dye swirls and splashes
of violet. Droplets of blue and burning sunset reds brighten my easel.
I exhale now, with you.
With you, my inside is out.
My body makes new shapes with you.
With you, youthful songs grow a new nostalgia.
My ball of string, the twine once wrapped and noosed within,
is dangling
in a breeze
lightly dancing.
And all this because you held my hand.
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