Ribs squeezed fisted knuckles
I can feel his heart and
Hear his hum now
Knees wrapped into the pocket
Of mine
A kind of holding that is giving
We always share our warmth
A kind of holding not of habit
Necessarily; but
Out of comfort and fitting
Perfectly with our zigzagged forms
As I write this she arrives
She can smell us touching
Settles herself in on the other side of me
Sandwiched between two briskly besting hearts
The only warm bodies I usually want to touch
I never have trouble sleeping
When they are near
Having them both is a real treat
When she moves - it's closer
Purrs deeper each time
Stretches out and says
I'm not sure
conversing with his
other mind
Returns his Arm
Each
subtle movements
(on my part)
Responded with an instinctual
pressing of my back
Soft and barely
There
My favorite kind
I really appreciate the perspective of the title of your post. It inspired me to eat crackers and cream cheese at 1:02am (not that it's out of the ordinary).
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