What I wanted was
to take your hand—
nothing more

Just to hold hands
like five-year-old sweethearts

A skin energy

A quiet giving and quieter taking
of a quiet love


But I am a woman
and you are a man

and to everyone else,
we are no longer five

(First published in Creatrix)

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