Poem: And in the Evening

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And in the Evening

Come.
Sit with me.
Let me feel your warmth
as the sun sets.
Your head on my lap.
The soft rise and fall of your chest
as you sleep,
safe.
Together.
As one.

About this poem

There is a special intimacy when someone sleeps close to you. An intimacy born in safety.

Tom

 

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