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Click hereNettle as a man,
you call to me.
Like a child I reach for your pristine white flowers
only to feel the itching sting.
No matter how tender my attempt,
invisibly fine
needles pierce me.
I cry out
in desire and pain.
Unable to touch,
suffused with longing,
I lay down by you in the spring grass
and count your petals.
You ask me how I am
as casual as an acquaintance at church.
And I want to pour words all around you like sunshine,
but I clip my heart short.
“Happy and Busy,” I say.
As if I have not missed you.
I lift my pen,
and touch it
to your memory.
This poem was selected from Lit's archive of over 39,000 poems for inclusion in today's Archival Review.<br>
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beautiful and exquisite. I love how you expressed this. Thank you
Your poem could be tailor made for My "R" as the lines, "And I want to pour words all around you like sunshine, but I clip my heart short" struck home in a deep way. Held and unspoken feelings will be the death of Me yet. Thank you for the wake up call with this poem, Willow