With you
Mornings aren’t mournings anymore
I lean into the half-moon of our bodies
pressed against each other
Delight in the goosebumps rising from
my skin like seedlings seeking the sun
When you hold my face,
I free-fall into hazel heaven
I know God is there
Playing catch with my soul
And yours, the glove fit to hold me steady
In a sea of emotions or
Tightly in a forest of fears
Somehow I know
This is the best chapter of my life
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