Embrace MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   i can feel your heartbeat

softly thumping on my chest,

as if it's my own.

we are one

an hour too late on a saturday night,

standing in my backyard under

stars that have existed even longer than

this moment feels.



silken fire

gently kisses my cheek and streams

through my fingers,

carrying the sweet smell

of a bottled summer.



borrowed warmth around me

serene comfort

in your heavy wool jacket.

i could sleep for hours, days

in this comfortable silence

with dreams that never stop.





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