Celina Adrian

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"thinley"


holding his perfect hand
I imagine it must feel like
falling in love with myself
if I could be so kind as to go there

years past and even yesterday
never fully recognizing that the beauty of heart,
radiating into every fingertip,
is actually quite possible

today, allowing me
the gift of seeing myself for the first time
through the mere grace
of his touch