{"id":3626,"date":"2019-12-29T07:04:48","date_gmt":"2019-12-29T11:04:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/?p=3626"},"modified":"2019-12-26T19:05:18","modified_gmt":"2019-12-26T23:05:18","slug":"open-arms","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lineriderpress.com\/headlinepoetry\/2019\/12\/29\/open-arms\/","title":{"rendered":"Open arms"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">I can\u2019t define the connection that I seek \/\u00a0I think I\u2019ll know it when I see it \/ It will open its<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">doors to me like a home I didn\u2019t know I had<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>And the shelf that has always been out of<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">reach<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>Will suddenly shrink to meet my outstretched arm \/\u00a0I can\u2019t be sure the connection<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">exists<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>But I know if I don\u2019t at least believe it does \/\u00a0The hope that fuels my life support<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">machine \/\u00a0Will dissipate before my eyes<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>And I will choke on visions of my future<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>My<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">journey into Queerness has unlocked<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span>levels of connection I didn\u2019t know were possible \/<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">Which is as daunting as it is wonderful \/\u00a0I want a connection that will act as a mirror \/<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">And show me all my lumps and bumps, not just the better side of my face<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>I want us to<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">dismantle our connection until we\u2019ve broken it down into tiny Lego pieces \/\u00a0And then<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">take the time to build it into something greater, sturdier \/ I\u2019m not seeking something<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">perfect \/\u00a0Ignoring flawlessness\u2019s knock at my door is easier now \/\u00a0Let me lay my head<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">against the warmth of your breasts<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>And listen to the steady rumble of your body\u2019s drum<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\/\u00a0We could melt into each other like scoops of different flavoured ice cream \/\u00a0I was born<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">to parcel parts of myself and share them out<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>It used to bother me seeing parts of myself<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">disappear for the sake of others \/\u00a0But as I crawl closer to what I\u2019m searching for<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0\/\u00a0<\/span>I have<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">encountered love that hands me back my missing chunks \/\u00a0I don\u2019t need to ask for a<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000;\">second half anymore \/\u00a0Because I\u2019m already whole<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6>Photo by <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/@anna_tukhfatullina?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Anna Tukhfatullina Food Photographer\/Stylist<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/unsplash.com\/s\/photos\/ice-cream?utm_source=unsplash&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_content=creditCopyText\">Unsplash<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; 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