Sunday, October 6, 2024

The All Of Me - A Poem by Moe



held in hand, but gently so

i free my loves to come & go

loved deep enough to want to stay

without some grip, they'd need betray


for passion here is better sired

when depth of want is born inspired

in open palm my seed is sown

to love a heart i need not own


so come now nestle in this palm

and find this freedom's soothing balm

to see my all, remaining free

and come to love the all of me...


~moses apollo

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