If I asked you now
to hold me
would you hesitate
at the thought
touch of my skin
a long left memory
on the dust filled shelf
of us

Would you deny me
the one place I feel safe
and secure
would your chin instinctively drop
resting upon my head
as your finger slowly
twisted my hair 

Would you still smell of
warm earthy tones
a scent I see reflected
in your eyes
would your hand still 
abandon my hair
as your thumb traced my jawbone
before cupping my face

What would you say
if I asked you now

Copyright September 16, 2024 Renee Seymour, The Shades Between