He was Spring

Your steady warm breath

Against my neck.

Your body wrapped around mine

As if your first instinct is to protect.


You hold my hands in a warm embrace

With the conviction that you will never let go.


Your nose against mine.

Somehow I can still breathe

As if the only air you made was just for me.


My hands under your shirt

Your warmth.

Breaking in the comfort you expell to me

Like a smell I want a candle of.


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