Your Hand Poem by Edwina Reizer

Your Hand



You held your hand upon my breast
and I felt the warmth of it.
And as I felt its presence
I wondered at how it fit.

It’s as if my breast was made for this
and as your fingers splayed
I fell asleep with certainty
that this feeling I’d never trade.

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Edwina Reizer

Edwina Reizer

LAKEWOOD, NJ
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