Animal Instinct

Sanctuary

i memorised the paths
that i drew across your face
with my fingertips, the purity
of the space between the
corner of your eye and
your temple.
your breath is my music in
the morning when i wake,
and my lullaby in the silent
solitude of the night.
under the pillow i can feel
your fingers curled like a
baby's fist; i know each
callus like the back of my own palm.
perhaps it is not too much
to ask you to love me,
after all.

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