Don’t Limit This

Don’t Limit                   This.     Write me Letters while your heart—   is Opened.   Write me letters in the Open Hearted Storm Yes, the storm is coming just hold the Paper down until the right moment comes.   Let it go. and send it Up     To Me. If I don’t catch it—   Keep trying. Tell me you need an answer by Sunrise because that’s the only time you can read it.   Tell me to Open my Hands. To stop holding on to Nothing. Don’t Limit This, sincerely, If I’m Yours   I want   to Know.     I am see-through and Empty for your answers. I am Heavy with your Angles. I am hoping for your Hands to find me. Sad you’re Scared and I’ve left the ground already. Stop   Limiting   This. Start watching my Eyes. No more Screens. They’re just Transformed Mirrors. Look Through me—I don’t mind, really, as long as you Flow right back to me. But if --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support