Resting Hearth
May 4, 2019
Hear,
a distant roar of a burning fire, the center of the earth laying molten in your bed.
Rest your head,
against his chest
and listen to the crackling furness beneath the flesh.
Rising warmth, ebb and flow of his breath.
And rest. . .
rest. . . . . .
Remember
Every
Single
Touch.
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