Tuesday, October 18, 2016

tangled


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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