Safe.
Near, the distance of a kiss.
Collarbones touching, a rising from a breath. I can feel your smile.
A cottony silence...not absolute...a rustle of a sheet, a slight clearing of the throat. A blink, the eyes adjusting to growing light.
Warmth...the warmth that gathers in the night against a sleep, and puddles in pockets and spills out as we adjust ourselves against each other in a morning.
Safe, locked doors and drawn curtains...time becomes just a color of the morning...varying, moving but not hurried.
Hair askew, no mirrors yet, but comfort in the complete stare and kindness felt in the touch...kindness...appreciation. No demands, just surrender...acceptance.
Nothingness. Everything. All at the same time.
The segue from sleep to this relaxed awakening...childlike, comforted.
The willingness to say anything...say everything. Because I know I am safe.
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