Within the Palm of your Hand

Avoiding cracks today
Hop scotching
Lady Luck

Hopping against hope
On firm ground
Till you took me home.

I loved your smile
Looking down
Your hair haloed

My hand clasped
Needing no release
Just comfortably contained.

Then to sleep
Imagined
In your softest folds

Becalmed.

JL Dec 19 13:55