The comfort of his hand in mine
our backs upon the gates of hell
shared faults and fears betwixt us twine
laced fingers that we know so well
The purity of his capturing arms
about my waist; embraced in sleep
within them, I could not know harm
anchored safe unto his harbor deep
His whispered words, a gift-illusion
his confession’s weight, a blessed heft
his fervent caress, a craved intrusion
my heart in his sway, a coveted theft
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