Little Things

Little Things

Little things
like your arm
heating me
with its nearness,
little things
like your fingers
protecting mine
in a warm embrace,
little things
like your eyes
kidnapping mine
with their strings of faith,
little things
like your chest
rising to remind me
that you are still there,
little things
like your hands
shielding me
when I want to stop falling,
little things
like your words
carrying me
to see me through your gaze,
little things,
like these,
provide everything
I desire
from you.

Back home!

Songs of Me

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