Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

tiny boxes and deep holes
yesss...they intrigue
such little boxes - what
do they hold, what
treasure, what secret,
for all has not yet
revealed unto you
or
to myself...i grow
still
hard
i find you wrapped
in a beauty that
can be folded neatly
and placed at the
end of our bed
while i mine
the deep hole
made from years
of exploration -
each precious find
fitting into 10,000
9 hundred 80-three
little boxes lining
my comfort of you...

nothing like a good love poem....well done....an homage to the complexities

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I like a man who is sure about a number.

It's like the stitches if a blanket
As I crochet one for him
My heart poured into making it
If only to find myself within.

And wrapped in his charms
I await unfounded bliss
The comfort of his arms
Makes me long for each another kiss.

But alas as he knows
I fear he doesn't know just how much
And as I warp myself willingly to show
I long ever so for his touch.

And like the stitches of that blanket
As I crochet it just for him
With love poured into making it
As my heart beats true within.

many thanks to all the commenters! It surprised me.