Safe One

I’m not excited because it’s just like

OBVIOUSLY.

Like the smell of coffee brewing and skin on clean sheets.

You make sense.

The glove fits so I’ll wear it without questioning.

Whole wheat, whole heart: good for my stomach, good for my soul.

No infatuation just safe, safe love.

Warm, tender, easy

companionship.

Palm to palm with no foreboding,

just fingers locked together

clasping my heart into a locket.

I’ll breathe easy, no drama;

who needs whirlwind when I can love calmer.

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