That Tingle of Devoted Love

In a grip.
Held!
And,
Not in it to be snuggled.

Choking every bit,
Of freedom felt and known.
And quite disturbed by it.
This once close knit relationship.
A habit unraveling.
And one now outgrown.

In a grip.
Twisting in a noose.
One chooses to slip loose.
And breathe again freely.
Allowing remembered Sun to shine through.

Undoing questions,
Of whether a life lived can be saved.
And resuscitated emotions,
Can be thawed from a frozen grave.
To feel,
Again...
That tingle of devoted love!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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