in the palm of your hand
rests my heart--a bit
battered and bruised from
a time before.. but there
it rests, in your capable
hand.
it's intoxicating.. the steady breathing,
the up and down of your chest as we
lie (i've never lied) here under a canopy
of hiding stars. i can't remember a time--
before-- when i felt so complete, so completely
content. your arm felt nice wrapped round
my shoulder as you teach me slowly
what the music should have meant.
it's the light behind your eye and the whistle
in your voice that brings me, entranced,
hungry. but this wasn't what i meant
to say, not now, as i breathe you in--
every drop of you. we see the world in
gasps or we feel the world in those feather-
light caresses that chill my spine and stir
my soul, almost nonsensically (i bet others
don't feel that way) and i can't stop i can't stop
i can't stop falling in love with you. learning
over again, what it's like to rest my head on
your chest---i'll be driven insane just in
remembering the way the moonlight fell upon
us that night.
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