What about when the heart knocks back? Bloom: A Poem — Thistle Thoughts

your hands, your kiss I have been held and kissed before but nothing like this what is it about your hands, your kiss that makes me believe that nothing compares to this I could see into others’ eyes I could hold someone else’s hands but I don’t feel their soul like you feel mine

irritating tears-      a hardening before a sense of      belonging breaking down waves of      rebellion a window to the heart & soul of: trying, sorting, feeling, fighting,      howling unchartered spaces

Pick up a needle, a piece of thread, slowly push it through the eye of the needle Tie a knot to ensure we know where to stop push and pull through the fabric and tug at its ends In & out, and around again stitch after stitch just enough to tie us together just enough…