Craving reassurance in
the form of
affection
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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