Like Yours in Mine by Kirsty Mac Dougall

 

Image | Arina Krasnikova

Like Yours in Mine

After Chen Chen

 

I long to be held like a parent does their newborn:

tenderly, yes,

but cautiously like one would hold a bomb.

 

I long to be held like winner does their trophy:

proudly, yes,

but contentedly knowing the fight is now over.

 

I long to be held like a poet does their pen:

passionately, yes,

but reflexively like a knock to the knee.

 

I long to be held like my hand does yours:

lovingly, yes,

but exquisitely, reverently, and indelibly attached.

 

May my hand one day be held in yours

like yours in mine.

© Kirsty Mac Dougall

Kirsty Mac Dougall

When writing poetry, Kirsty follows a stream-of-consciousness process to make sense of the world—and herself. She also uses poetry to wallow in her daydreams. Her work has appeared in Free the Verse, WordSwell, KUDU, and elsewhere. You’ll find her with her cat, Dream, in Johannesburg, South Africa.

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