Touch my arm, my face, my hands.
Forget your inhibitions, and
let your fingers run wild...
through my hair, across my collar bones, down my sides.
Loosen the knots
from my neck, my shoulders, my back:
touch the scars,
the tears,
the memories.
The memories.

Use your whole body to shield mine
from invisible daggers.
Mold me into a
comfortable curl,
and surround me with loving arms.
Hold me while I sleep,
while dreams trace my eyelids.
Hold me while I sleep.
Touch my arm when I rise startled from a nightmare
just as a reminder.
A reminder.

I am not alone.

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