Salt and Withdrawal

A feeling wretched: this wrenching recoil,
of pulling into contracted space,
of pushing away unwanted embrace,
of pain and need unheld out of greed,
for love of only ease and pleasing,
losing love that isn’t fleeting.

But open and rest as love not of time,
and action arises gossamer-fine,
absent any lines of mine.

Salt in a river,
foam on the water.

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