Sext – Three

You are the curve of my elbow upon my forehead as I sleep. 

You are the exposed wrist. The brazen vein. 

You are the warmest hands. Breathing skin and kindness. 

You are the languid bow of my arm. The gentle sweep of sleep of my eyelids. 

You are the weight upon my brow. You are each excruciating hour. 

A knot for each day we are apart.  

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