a person asleep is holy, a part of the world, but detached from it in a key way. one asleep is gentle, untouched, worthy of protection in this fragile state.

my sweet sparrow occurs to me here, asleep on my chest, as a blanket i can feed, help, and place my lips upon. warm weight, comfort, and something to give water when thirsty.

the lights above are frequently changing colors. their shifting shades contrast the stillness of my beating heart, beating a steady rhythm of love.

she brought me into her home, fed me, washed me, clothed me, and looked at me with eyes as cutting as they are soft.
i like the cutting parts better.
i like the soft parts better.
i like both parts better.
this is how it feels to be in place.


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