I want to be held…

Like the brown of my skin
is the only worthy surface
for the warmth in your fingertips…

Hold me tightly
Until I keep your secrets as my own,
Long like hidden histories,
arms wide like time’s passing.

You’ve waited lifetimes
To fold into this home.
Do not forget me as I awake,

You were my morning light.

Hold me.

Like you know where you belong.

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