Aperture Tenderness afraid but to escape from fear: a door is here, agape… am I awake? I see a silhouette within the frame; I hesitate. To speak my name would be an act of faith: to tread upon a path of flame. Share this:ShareClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like Loading... This entry was posted in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink.