Protruding hopes

I’d like to pretend

That I’m not excited

About your presence

In my life.

But the truth is you’re my

Inner healer.

My soul’s friend.

My heart’s lover.

My rainbow-heaven:

A divine ecstasy.

These protruding, bruised hopes

Can’t be silenced.

Anymore.

Poem by Tamara Solomon

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