Small stone–January 2, 3014

An hour late on the day. But better now than never, I suppose.

The touch of skin on skin
Cool surfaces laid together
Instant calm
Quotidian peace
In sleep, your thigh
Against mine all night

Published by AB

Just a girl writing poetry, thinking about life, writing about pain. I love to write, and want to share it with anyone who wants to read.

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