The room is quiet
we are
tangled
in each other
legs around your waist,
sitting in your lap
with your head against my chest
motionless
holding you
like I'm holding you together
in reality your presence
this embrace
is patching me up
washing the infection from my wounds
I'm taking care of me
by taking care of you
we are
silent
and still
tangled.
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