When the day's sharp edges start to wear,
And the world outside is cold and bare,
I seek the shelter of your quiet arm,
A tiny haven, safe from harm.
It isn't passion's fiery, sudden heat,
But something softer, steady, and complete.
The simple physics of a close embrace,
Where time slows down and finds its proper pace.
Your chin rests gently on my crown,
Or my head fits neatly where your shoulder's down.
A careful knot of limbs, a perfect… read more
