A poem that enters, turns, and returns.

We begin with breath.
No armour.
No agenda.
Just warmth,
and the soft thud of being.

You may adjust grip,
angle,
proximity.
I will not interpret this as rejection.
All shifts are sacred.

Silence honoured.
Tears allowed.
Laughter welcome.
Back rubs negotiable.
Hair strokes optional.

Includes shoulders,
spine,
sighs,
and the right to be held without fixing.

Until the ache softens.
Until the kettle boils.
Until one of us whispers “okay.”
Extensions permitted.
No expiry date.
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No expiry date.
Extensions permitted.
Until one of us whispers “okay.”
Until the kettle boils.
Until the ache softens.

And the right to be held without fixing.
Sighs,
spine,
shoulders included.

Hair strokes optional.
Back rubs negotiable.
Laughter welcome.
Tears allowed.
Silence honoured.

All shifts are sacred.
I will not interpret this as rejection.
Proximity,
angle,
grip - adjust as needed.

Just warmth,
no agenda,
no armour.
We end with breath.