when i stroke your face,
or rub your back,
when i reach into your chest
to cradle your heart,
or into your mind to quiet
negative thoughts,
i touch you gently
for many reasons
mainly because
i need to be handled gently too.
i am far from fragile,
but i am not stable either.
not quite yet.
i need fingertips and open palms
my legs are still shaky,
i'm relearning how to walk.
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