I breath
to feel your breath
entangle with mine
gnarly limbs
barren of leaves
now bathed in sun
a delicate bud
tender bloom
exposed
again alive
swaying
playing
now fraying at the seams
consumed
engrossed
obsessed
possessed by a need to possess
Follie turns to fear
You capture me in a jar
screw the lid on tight
suffocation
your embrace
A jar with no holes
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