Comfort

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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