Rest ful night

 

 

 

 

I dream.

The plight.

Fears.Fierce.

I let go of them,

Along with your caresses.

I sleep well in an embrace,warmth.

If that is yours.

I die and I am afresh borne in your armlets.

Hopefully,this is death?

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