And this is not the way I imagined it,
his eyes more golden than green,
changing leaves behind eyelashes.
His shoulders are tight, arms tense
leaning over me with a look,
that look,
which I've grown fond of.
I want to tell him everything
but my tongue can't find the words,
preoccupied, behind my teeth.
I bite my lip. He smiles.
That smile will never get old,
never tired or unwanted.
That smile is a constant in the chaos
and I am so unbelievably grateful.
He kisses me. I feel...healed. Whole.
I never imagined someone could make me feel like this.
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