R.M. Dolin, January 6, 2024
Next time I gift my heart, it will be forever with the person whose arms I pray to die in. Next time my timid soul dares to seek sympatico, it will be with a profound boldness transcending all the cuts and scares that came before, eagerly embracing whatever magic and miracles kismet has in store.
A poem for a friend who asked me how I love.
