His Hands

They held my heart

His hands were always
as warm as his heart.
His embrace was comforting
as an ending or a start
of a new day or a night
of love and joy and passion.
Our intimacy began with sex,
became more solid with time,
grew with compassion,
so perfect, sublime.

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