Circle of you arms

Circle of your arms,

life under your charm,

head on your chest,

several coffee cups,

toes twined in your toes,

my eyes speaking my woes.

Waking up with you in

places strange

finding my home in your name.

Pouring over books

or pouring tea,

up whole night talking of nothings,

in your arms waking up late,

was my solace.

Then the charm became,

just a game.

Circle of your arms became a vice.

All was a charade, some unknown whim.

What did you gain ?

#solace March prompt

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