thoughts

ridged vulnerability

an unusually pronounced grip remains on her skin,

creating temporary ridges that fingers give in.

this was not a mark of weakness,

but softness,

undecided vulnerability, I confess–

but not unwelcoming, rather, longing for closeness.

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