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Ghazal for Your Hands
Lio FenwickI learned the whole world over, slow, in your hands.Every unlearnable thing went still in your hands.
The therapist asks what safety felt like, growing up.I say: a body. I say: a held thing, in your hands.
They warn you love will cost you something, in the end.I already spent it gladly — I live in your hands.
Some nights the old fear finds me anyway, uninvited.I don't fight it off alone now. I just put it in your hands.
Call it devotion, call it luck, call it the second promise —Lio keeps learning the same lesson: everything, in your hands.