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Mar 25
As my fingers caress your scalp
I watch your eyes slowly shut
God they are beautiful,
Lashes stretched out like hands  busy protecting your vision
I would do anything to guard you from the horrors those eyes have seen
Finger tips wander along side your hairline where several scars are tucked away
Energy calm
Your head leans into me as my fingers run across the back of your ear
This is intimacy
Voices in my head whisper line of poetry when we touch in silence
My spine pulls into you naturally as we rest
Your wisdom has been the missing piece to my mess unorganized brain
Love seems possible again thanks to you
Written by
VOID  19/F
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