Small hands

Small hands softly clutch
at wisps of hair,
whilst you nuzzle, peacefully 
into my shoulder.
In my arms, you are safe.

Small hands gently clasp
around lips, collar, air,
grasping at comfort, reaching
for murmured words.
In my arms you are safe.

Small hands hungrily trace
at breast height,
whilst soft lips part, searching
against warm skin.
In my arms, you are safe.

Small hands heavily rest,
with delicious warmth.
Your weight reassuring, heartbeat 
against heartbeat.
In my arms, you are safe.

Small hands quietly fade,
as my eyes open,
the dream of you floats, just 
out of my grasp.
In my heart, you are safe.

Lorna Fuller

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