There is comfort between the heaves of your chest,

A rhythmic breathing, lulling me to sleep.

And your expression is peaceful-

Your face, absent from frowns.

The pursing of your lip,

The jutting bone of your very hip

Against mine.

Breathing, breathing

And dusk comes: sweet and slow

Healing, healing.

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