POEM: INTIMACY
The weight of your arm
draped over my chest
is that of hope,
is that of trust.
A reminder of what we aspire to.
Paths – both explored and unknown -
remain ours.
Uncertain -
let’s go deeper, as
a reminder of what we aspire to.
The Power Came: My Experience At The 2017 Women's March, Jan 21 Boston, MA
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