Tenderness: A Love Poem
Published in
Jan 31, 2023
A word of trust,
a kind eye,
your hug that only gives,
and asks for nothing.
My name,
Spoken with tenderness,
a sound that gives me form and shape.
That silhouette,
the shape of me on your mind
a beautiful form I try to fit into,
The only shape of me I recognize,
while you stand tall, like my mirror.
I am not weak,
Until I feel
your palm around mine.
Then on I am frail,
and let go of strength
So that I can give in
and wear you like armor.
