CINQUAIN Poems by Clara Gillin

my first
in words
(brutal restraint)
elated feelings soar
thinking thoughts, that late friday text
(you’re mine)

let me hold your hand
Holding
Once hurt and tough
Now softly caressed, love
Wish it was the day minus my
Dream, held

unspoken rules
You should
Be ready now
For my lows, my flights and
For when I desperately reach, be
You, friend

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