Togetherness

alone in bed, heavy sleep-soaked breaths, his knee raised up in the sheet like his body is about to set sail. a bed is just a frame for blankets. he is all things we come home for. there are no reasons, no answers flickering along under his rapid eye moves. he is my togetherness, simmering like a stew.

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