Sunday, February 20, 2011

Holding Hands

he crawled into my heart
turned once around
and nestled there
no more just holding hands
my heart beats
as he breathes
softly
our bodies are relentless

no more deportment badges
merit prizes, just me
now it is us
midnight has become a place
in his room
where there is chaos but no craziness
we have a new rest time
performing small and simple actions
protecting the heart.

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