Rivka Rothstein
- Sep 5, 2020

your seasides

you hold my hand so gently

by your side

tracing the curves, the boundaries

marveling at its weight

and lightness

you cup my fluttering and kiss

my tears

and remind me of my legs

holding steady, sturdy, strong

the body that carries me

your awe at me

your strength and vulnerability

it bleeds into my skin

wrapping me with trust

and love and togetherness

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