Opening and Closing

I always felt I opened a little
With crushed ice on a bedspread
In the dotted eye of a wildflower
When you came to me with your sunlight smile

I always felt I opened a little
In the crinkled pattern of crumbling plaster
At the flapping pages of fragrant paperbacks
When my embrace first held your inner core

I always felt I opened a little
At the heart of circling sand
In the wetness of heaving grass
When I slowly enclosed the thought of being with you forever in my palm