To be held

I would like to be held

in your hands –

cupped in your palms –

held above the swelling surface

of the sea –

kept buoyant by your touch

and every promise

your skin makes to me

in the early hours of the day.


In response to day 5: hands, #onceuponaseptember

Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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