My Heart
Sealed and secured,
As a love letter that might be
Found too soon,
Or a minion too precious
To be revealed. . .
Hidden
Secure
Safeguarded
Preserved
(Finger touching lips)
Not known
(wink)
Yet known.
Why held so?
As a child grips her dearest doll,
presses it to her breast?
If it were living,
It would smother there.
Fear of being birthed prematurely
And unable to survive?
Or
Fear of being squelched?
. . . Unworthy
Incompatible,
Or worse
Inconsequential. . .
Then, thus revealed,
Lying on the floor
Naked,
Ravaged
Not by passion
But pain.
Never to be held closely
By anyone
But me.
Yes. Guarded, Covered . . . Not by a veil But a shroud.
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