I want to kick and scream
pierce the soft cocoon of love
that your silk words are weaving around me.
As time passes,
I slip farther into the quicksand of the clock,
not knowing if I can trust your arm
to pull when the last grain nestles into my hair.
Is the heavy weight on my finger
a loving reminder and promise
or just enough to to keep me down?
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