Handheld

We touch, meet
mid-air like breaking
sun split through
rain on lips bled
dry of empty curse,
free, known, loved,
as loved as the tiniest
baby breath in my hand.

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2 Responses to Handheld

  1. maggie says:

    Precious moment.

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