inhale, heart unfurled,
tasting spring on the edge of his kiss.
the salt of his skin.
(these are the moments i hold)
somewhere between my head and my palm.
his fingertips full of promises,
his eyes holding my breathing.
endless tomorrow,
constant we,
building the foundation
of everything that settles my restless spirit.
I couldn't live without his glance,
his strength,
his balance....
those hands.
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