Love Letter #32: Like David

It was a sunday
when he first peeked inside,
gently tap, tap, tapping
upon the muddled senses
of a hopeless romantic
with glass heart mentality.

It didn’t take him long
to unfurl these tethered wings-
to lift up insecurities,
folding feathered promises
into a flowered path

unpaved, but favored
like a psalmist;
a harpist with a song

chasing the ultimate love story.

~Day 4 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)

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