I learned the whole world over, slow, in your hands.Every unlearnable thing went still in your hands.
The therapist asks what safety felt like, growing up.I say: a body. I say: a held thing, in your hands.
They warn you love will cost you something, in the end.I already spent it gladly — I live in your hands.
Some nights the old fear finds me anyway, uninvited.I don't fight it off alone now. I just put it in your hands.
Call it devotion, call it luck, call it the second promise —Lio keeps learning the same lesson: everything, in your hands.
About the ghazalA poem of separate couplets that keep returning to the same closing word or phrase.
A ghazal is made of couplets that each stand on their own, linked by sound rather than story. Each couplet's second line closes with a refrain, just after a rhyme; the first couplet does so in both lines. Often the last couplet names the poet.
The shape Self-contained couplets; every second line ends with the same refrain, preceded by a rhyme; the opening couplet does so in both lines.
Listen for The refrain returning at each couplet's end, and the small leaps between couplets.
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Will write the same love poem fifty different ways and call it devotion, not repetition.
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