I find the most comfort in the mundane.

In the subtle, unspoken way
His rough -yet merciful- fingertips trace
Endearing expressions of a silent devotion
Softly across the parts of my scarred skin
Not one soul has so eagerly worshipped
Not like him, anyway.



I find the most sincere tranquility in the way his sky-blue eyes hold the light.

In the divinely untroubled way they shine
Penetrating into the depths of mine
Holding within them the heat of the sun
And the wisdom of the moon
Is it too soon for me to presume
That this gentle love will last a lifetime?



Or is it merely a coincidence

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