My palms cup shoulder blades
and your cheek nestles besides mine.
Black silky bangs brush against my ear,
and I feel the soft, deep breathing.
An arm presses me into your chest
while a delicate hand cradles my head. Warm words, curling fingers, gentle noses, clear eyes that sparkle with trust and hope.
"Why do I become so attached?" you ask.
"Don't ever forget how," I reply. We hug until sleep surrounds us, and we melt into a puddle.
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