Fragile Souls

Two fragile souls, forged
and tempered,
strong and weak in places, different
still
old fractures feel
mysteriously
aligned.

Spontaneous uncertainty, both
overwhelms
and calms, a heart
racing, a brain
endeavors
constraint.

An arm taken, finally
heat felt through
a gloved-hand held, a fire
starts
gentle first kisses, shy
smiles grow, plans
made
again.

Quiet intensity, held
close breaks free
again, overwhelms
a cautious heart,
breathe
deep and slow, dancing
with time
present, two
fragile
souls.

© 2014, David L. Harkins

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David Harkins

It’s A Process features the personal essays, fiction, and poetry of David Harkins, who endeavors to make sense of the chaos around him through the thoughtful telling of stories in what he hopes to be an engaging and sometimes humorous manner. Don’t count too much on the latter, though.

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