Friday, December 5, 2014


Craving reassurance in 
the form of 
I let myself sink 
into the warmth of 
human touch: 

fingers to fingers holding hands,
faint traces against my face,
 arms wrapped around waists
with heads settling into the crooks of necks.

I'm using you as 
an anchor for myself
before I get lost in a haze 
of doubt and hesitation
that I don't completely understand;
I hope you don't mind.

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