Over It

Words like the finest silk
Words to comfort like mama’s milk
Never condensed but fully whole
That’s why he occupies my whole soul

Moments like tender fingertips
And so I keep going over it
I wear it however it will fit
I put it in my heart and see how it slips

© Delia Ross. 2019

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