Spoons of Coffee

I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.
-T.S. Eliot
I like to believe being open minded includes contemplating the ideas of those who appear to be close minded.

Cradling my head in your arms, keeping me safe from my childhood terrors — terrors which continue to haunt my memories.  Holding me when I weep myself dry, shrinking from my darkness never occurs in notion. Nuzzling my body, as if a teddy bear come to life. Clutching me firmly, delicately aware of my skinny ribs, never squeezing too tight. Cracking never transpiring with such souls entwined.