a draft of air...
and goosebumps appear
i reach to pull cloth
over offending hip
but warmth covers it
calmly caressing, smoothly pressing
soft fingers fit perfectly
comfort i don't want to lose -
unsure if it is real, but i don't care.
uncertain of stability, of security
uncertain of promise, of purpose
but i throw everything practical away
everything true too can leave
....just to be in your arms tonight.
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