his arm draped over me
hand pressed to the contours of my ribs
as if he is trying to be what
holds me together
a mid-afternoon nap
stolen moments together
in the midst of the whirl of the
real world
I rein in my wandering thoughts,
pulling them back into my core
wrapping them around
this precious little embrace
focus hard on the moment
or I'll miss it
with thinking
like the hands on a clock aligning.
his arm draped over me
hand pressed to the contours of my ribs
because sometimes,
that is all I need.
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