One Small Tenderness

The blanket that falls

against my skin in savasana.

The scent of lavender

on warm hands that smooth

my shoulders and neck,

linger at my temple.


What wants to move

through the body

will move.

Sometimes mercy is a touch

you didn’t know you craved.

Sometimes grief

is a ballad spurned

that blooms

along the silken spine.


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