Unfold

It’s a shame when you open your heart

you unfold delicately

Hold your breath and manifest;

this body is the right fit

this conversation is seamless

Shit, you’re right.

This first kiss is magnetic

electricity and warmth all over

you slowly let your petalled soul uncurl

but it’s not excitement you feel

it’s something much closer to fear

Because history likes to repeat itself

Muscle memory of your heart squeezing

of silence growing

and bodies separating

Leaving you alone in the sheets of a strangers bed

It’s a shame when your heart learns to close

before it ever fully blooms.