>what remains

>your hand feels good
on the curve of my hip
and warmth and reliance
drips from it like honey
and melts and blends with my skin

after a while i can’t tell
where i end and you start

and i listen to your deep breath
as your hand slowly slips down
slack of sleep

and what remains
is an imprint of trust and protection
that spreads from hip to heart

and didn’t fade
when i got up to write these lines
to make it last for tomorrow


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