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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Belonging by Eileen Carney Hulme