Yearn.

I curse the sun that touches your face
and the blankets wrapped around you keeping you safe and warm – holding you in places meant for my arms
the cup from which you drink that gets to kiss your lips over and over again
the tools you hold that get to feel the strength from your arms that radiate down into palms that grip tight not letting go.

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~ by kagomesakura on May 29, 2013.

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