Free Verse

Am I worth your Grace?

December 3, 2025

I imagine your fingers on my face,

Nails running along the side of my head,

Your palm lifting my face

As you breathe me in.

You play with my scalp,

Nails moving in circles,

The follicles of my hair resisting your direction.

But I don’t.

Your fingers caress me again,

Palm covering my ear.

I hear sounds:

The knowing echo of your tenderness,

I only recognize when I am not fully aware.

I imagine,

I dream what we could be.

Will it happen?

I want to cradle you close to me.

I want you,

But I need myself.

Would you hold me while I grieve you?

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▾ This Poem's Voice

Deeply personal romantic/intimate fantasy; minimal abstraction or philosophical distance

Moderate idea density; sensory exploration mixed with emotional questioning; thoughtful pacing

Tender desire balanced by longing, uncertainty, and self-protective grief; bittersweet overall

Soft, tactile language dominates; intimate whisper rather than explosive; introspective tone

Approximately 20-22 lines; falls in 16-30 range

Personification, sensory metaphors, selective ornament; some plain declaration mixed with imagery

Pure lyric; internal monologue of desire, imagination, and self-reflection; no narrative distance

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