Hero of my skin,
which during the day
may have cramped with tension
or shivered with anxiety--
when his warm arms wrap around me
breath & stubble on my back
there’s no resisting
the peace that creeps through,
soothes all my hairs back down.
Like hosting a cat on my lap:
I need to do things but
I cannot move now,
not right now
when the guileless gift
of warm-honey touch
pours through all the bits of me
now puddling on the bed.
Nothing is so precious.
I put off the chores,
hold my bladder still,
furiously cherish
this calm before the storm.
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