Belonging by Eileen Carney Hulme
We never really slept, just buried clocks in the sanctuary of night
every time I moved you moved with me, winged eyelashes on your cheek returns a kiss
small spaces of silence in between borrowed breaths arms tighten at the whisper of a name
all the words of the heart the unanswered questions are at this moment blue rolling waves
tonight our souls rest fragrant in spiritual essence candle-flamed, undamaged utterly belonging.
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