A Soulmate Poem for Him

By Claire Clerihew

I am a lock.
I am bound up hard,
a gordian knot,
a tangled ball of thread,
a stomach so tense,
it is ready
to tear me apart
from the inside out.

You are the key,
slipping into me,
cutting the knot,
untangling the thread,
releasing the butterflies
so that I melt
into the arms of you,
my soulmate,
forever true.

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