I was going to write a long poem for today's entry, but when it came to it this refused to be extended.

Opening

Like a hand unfolding, the clenched white knuckles flushing with pink;
Like a tight bud bursting in sunlight;
Like a mouth, hungry for sweetness;
Like a heart yielding to love. Like a heart.

I did have more lines I could have added, and there were different directions it could have taken, but it felt dishonest to put more into the poem than was meant to be there just to fill my quota. Stet - let it stand.