in edges/in peaks/in valleys/she imagined him/in all the ways he’d touch her/the hard parts of…
I fold the laundry/finish the chores/lie in bed wishing/my hands were yours/these feather touches/the rough ones too/they’re made by me/but owned by you
Tell me again/where your mind went/when your hands knew exactly where to go
You fall asleep, curled up in my arms. Window thrown open, your lover the moon bathes us in her unearthly light — content that you are safe…
