held

softly, softly.
closeness come easily to us.
your skin flows softly under my fingertips
as i ask you to hold me,
with your hand in the small of my back.
you lean me back, your breath on my neck
and then i'm tilting,
balancing perfectly
in the bright light
like a sword held at the cross-guard.

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. beautiful ...
. incredibly moving and poignant ...

[Isolophobe]

its moments like these that we live for, through all the other moments of separation.