Her head on his chest
Eyes half closed
Slow steady breathing
To his heartbeat
Quiet in warmth
Of his skin
Hands moving
Up and down his ribs
Exploring to know
Where she really came from
He was the one
She talked to until late
Until nothing was left
To discuss
He was her joy.

Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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