April, 9th, 2025

"I wish I could go back to the day I met you and just walk away."
Handle me like I am something you prayed for, that you care about and want. Don't shelter from all that we are, and what we can be. I'm heaven if you only lay with me.
You didn't
Handle me like I am something you crave and can't live without. A sweet tooth for you.
You didn't.
Handle me in all my ways. Can you touch me all the ways? Handle me with intention?
You didn't.
Handle me with care. We are meant to be.
You didn't.
I'm soft, yes. Don't be afraid of my weight, I'm heavy with meaning. Don't rush THRU me. LINGER. In all of the pauses.
You didn't…
Read between my fine lines with your fingertips. Unwrap me, slow. Something sacred, maybe break or bloom in your hand. Let silence worship me. Let your breath ask for permission. Let your presence answer.
You didn't..
This is not just touch, this is communion. Soul meeting skin without shame. If you are going to reach for me, do it this time, like you mean it. Do it like I was written into your hands, before you ever touched me.
Handle me like you love me.
You didn't.
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