but with him;
well things change
your leftover mist
clears and my brain unfogs,
clarity at last-
he makes my heart
pulse and quicken
and pound in my chest;
he makes my lungs work in
time with the rush in my veins,
making breathing easier with every touch
i just need to be,
just exist with him-
truth and a home
shining in his eyes.

The End

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